Instead of pursuing beauty and atmosphere in magazine photos, Zuo Qingxi is better at telling stories with photos.
He firmly believes that every moment he presses the shutter, he is borrowing the hand of God to pause a drama, allowing a huge amount of explicit or implicit information to be extracted and saved into a static photo.
Theme, emotion, and space for thinking are the three strongest elements in Zuo Qingxi’s works.
There are many portraits preserved in his camera: middle-aged men and women crying and kissing reflected in the puddles on the street, soldiers in camouflage uniforms carrying guns playing a dark and translucent piano in the countryside... Each picture seems to Each of them hides an intriguing story, leaving endless room for imagination for the viewer.
As a result, Zuo Qingxi was praised as a "narrative photographer".
He records all kinds of life in the streets and alleys, is also invited to shoot posters for literary movies, and occasionally participates in the advertising design of high-end luxury brands. Fashion magazines such as "RayE" were originally just a channel for Zuo Qingxi to earn money for living. It was an unexpected surprise for him to meet Qin Jue through an order.
"In this case, add one more..."
Qin Jue walked out of the changing room. Zuo Qingxi looked at it and put forward his own opinions. He understands both photography and modeling, and provided many unique insights when he took the "Melting Pot" themed photos.
Shen Zhenzhen nodded beside her and stretched out her hand to adjust the color.
"It's too bright." Qin Jue looked at the small measuring cup in her hand, "Make it darker. Yes, it looks more like this."
"Don't use your palms, just flow down from your wrists." Zuo Qingxi said.
"good."
Qin Jue took the cup of improvised plasma and walked to the shadowless wall.
She changed her make-up and hair at this time. Her black hair was messy and messy, with deliberately sticky clumps. At best, it was wet, but to put it bluntly, it was greasy. With the subtle black and blue under her eyes, there was a sense of decadence. feel.
As for clothing, Qin Jue wore a round-neck camel-colored thick-threaded sweater. The size was deliberately chosen to be fat and empty on her body. Zuo Qingxi asked her to scratch it a few more times, so the wool fibers on the clothes became longer and fluffy. The soft velvet creates a sense of harmlessness between humans and animals, forming a strange contrast with the face.
There was a black chair with sharp edges placed in the middle in front of the shadowless wall. Qin Jue sat on it, then slid down a little, paralyzed without sitting still.
Zuo Qingxi walked over in person and rolled up the sleeve of her left sweater, deliberately doing it sloppily so that it wouldn't fall off her forearm, which didn't reach her elbow.
Qin Jue tilted the measuring cup, and the plasma dripped a line on his left wrist, and then flowed downwards along the gravity, across the side and palm of his hand, and hit the ground with tick-tock-tock.
"Wipe it with your right hand, and then..." Zuo Qingxi demonstrated.
Unlike filming, Qin Jue is not sure what it will look like before the final shot is taken. She did as she was told, letting the plasma spread randomly on her right hand, and then wiped it repeatedly on the side of her sweater like a child wiping her hands, until the bright red on her hand was so light that only a trace remained.
Zuo Qingxi nodded with satisfaction and pulled Qin Jue's right sleeve, covering her palm, leaving only some fingertips exposed.
"OK, you can stand up now and get on the props."
Zuo Qingxi walked a few meters away and picked up the camera.
His student and Qin Jue's costume assistant Shi Meng pulled up a fishing net with a medium-sized gap on the left and right.
【Hmm hmm? I just came back from a meeting, why is my painting style not right?]
[Looks like I’m filming something powerful # stunned ]
[I kind of guessed it, the artistry is so strong...]
The barrage passed one by one, and Qin Jue, who turned on the acting mode, stood up unsteadily, slumped his shoulders, lowered his head slightly, and there was no expression on his face.
"Give me the feeling of being knocked down by the waves." Zuo Qingxi finished speaking and waved his hand.
The fishing net that was pulled apart by the two people "pounced" towards Qin Jue. Qin Jue did not resist, staggered backward, and finally collapsed on the cold black chair with a "thud".
The fishing net covered her, she tilted her head back, her eyelids drooped under her bangs, her clean neck was exposed, and blood gurgled from her wrists.
The shutter sound kept ringing, and Zuo Qingxi seemed to have clicked on a highly agile assassin, quickly changing his position and taking photos from all angles.
Not long after, the Wu Xiu Sheng picture also appeared in the live broadcast room in the form of a preview, but this time there was no voting machine.
[What a great guy, he deserves to be Zuo Qingxi. It feels like that fishing net is like all kinds of bad words on the Internet. Malicious words rush over like waves and form a net, forcing people to the point where they can’t retreat]
[I think it’s more like a family bondage. On the surface, I’m cute and innocent, but in fact my wrists already have bloodstains]
[Why do I think of a very scary picture? The left hand makes everyone mistakenly think that the model is the victim, but the right hand hidden in the sleeve implies that he is the perpetrator, deliberately gaining sympathy...]
【Why? Isn't it true that the wound on the left hand is superficial, and the dark red blood on the right hand and waist is actually the fatal injury? 】
[Composition of the third and fifth pictures, Ruisbye]
[The outfit is a mild style of spring and autumn camel color, the hair style is wet hair, and the body is wearing wide fishnets. This mix is weird and fashionable (and Xiaolang’s Adam’s apple and wrists are so tight...)]
[I’m so good at taking pictures, ehhh]
Zuo Qingxi has fully demonstrated how much can be done with a black chair and a fishing net. In the next set of photos, Qin Jue is either lying on the chair with his face turned sideways like a drowning man grasping at straw, or he is lowering his head and curiously twisting a corner of the fishing net as if studying, but he does not notice that the fishing net is making a big circle behind him. One end tied her ankles securely to the chair legs.
Every static picture seems to have a metaphor, but there is no fixed answer. It all depends on how people interpret it.
After half an hour of filming, Zuo Qingxi let go of the two existing props, and Qin Jue stood in front of the lighting again.
She rubbed her hair casually and stretched.
When filming, she told Zuo Qingxi vaguely about "Daytime Rain". She didn't say the specific plot, but only mentioned "violence", "trauma" and other aspects. Now it seems that Zuo Qingxi's inspiration is indeed very good. Quick, the concept hits the target and a lot of content is revealed.
The finished film not only shows Qin Jue's superior figure and appearance, but also takes into account the atmosphere and storytelling. It is obviously static, but it exudes a faint stream of consciousness literary atmosphere. It is not a simple record but like "locking a certain moment in place". into the camera", many photos have the illusion that "Qin Jue's eyes will move in the next second".
[It’s so melancholy, Brother Jue’s chin is clearer than my career plan]
[Damn, I laughed out loud when I saw this barrage]
[There is a saying that I can’t understand the photo, but it is really beautiful, especially Teacher Qin’s eyes. They are so dramatic that they almost sink in when looking at each other across the screen...]
In the studio, Zuo Qingxi said "Hmm...".
"What?" Qin Jue walked over lazily, showing the look of "Oh, it's so troublesome and I want to get off work."
But this time it was mostly jokes. Taking artistic photos for Zuo Qingxi was not so boring, and he could also practice his acting skills. Qin Jue thought it was good.
"Can you play with a gun?" Zuo Qingxi asked.
Qin Jue looked at him, deliberately paused for two seconds before smiling and said, "Which one do you mean? A hot weapon or a cold weapon."
Zuo Qingxi was stunned for a moment, then reacted and said: "Oh, it's hot."
【? ? ? 】
[Hahahahahahaha what a strange conversation]
[The little wolf stopped for a moment just now made me laugh to death... His expression seemed to say: Are you sure you want to ask me this? .jpg]
[No, my brother has stopped pretending now. What did you do before you became an actor? (Tactical backtracking)
[←This has to be said that Xiaolang personally stamped it because Mrs. Lang likes to use guns and daggers...]
[I’ve really been curious about Mr. Salt Baked’s past experience woo woo woo]
【What is salt baking? Hahahahahahahaha! ! ! 】
【Hand cancer! Ahhh, it’s hand cancer! Lord Yanjun QAQ! 】
[Salt Baked laughs like crazy, a salt boy, right.jpg]
[I’m putting on a facial mask, help...]
[Thank you, I’m so grateful ww]
[Qin Xiaolang is killing me (the speed of light opens new uses)]
【Pass it on! ! Qin Jue is so salty! ! ! 】
【What, hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha”
When Qin Jue took the model gun and apple from assistant Zuo Qingxi, he looked back at the barrage and couldn't understand it at all.
"What are you talking about?" She had questions all over her head and a barrage of comments [hahahaha].
After he figured out the whole story, Qin Jue was both amused and disgusted: "No, I guess you can still have a lot of fun with each other without me in this family, right?"
A new meme every day, they really have it.
At this time, the barrage has turned into a "salty and sweet battle". The salty party firmly supports Qin Jue's "super handsome, super A" and "I just like Teacher Qin's unceremonious cold face and eye roll, I always shake my pussy." On the other side, the sweet party argued that "He is just pretending to be fierce, he is super gentle!", "Although we are all called Xiaolang, everyone knows that he is a soft and soft Samoyed!", and in addition, "I "Everyone Wants" party enthusiastically opens the mic:
[Stop it, stop it, I declare Qin Jue to be both salty and sweet! 】
Xian Dang: [Fork it out! 】
Sweet Party: [Fork it out! 】
Qin Jue: "Hey."
2600+, with barrage, added word count
(End of chapter)
