Chapter 972 narrative photography

Zuo Qingxi is better at telling stories with photos than by taking hard photos of magazines, seeking a sense of beauty and atmosphere.

He firmly believes that every moment of pressing the shutter is borrowing the hand of God to suspend a drama, allowing a huge amount of information, explicit or implicit, to be extracted and saved into a static photo.

Theme, emotion, and thinking space are the three most intense elements in Zuo Qingxi’s works.

There are many portraits in his camera: middle-aged men and women kissing in tears reflected in puddles in the street, soldiers in camouflage uniforms playing a pitch-black piano in the countryside with guns on their backs… There is an intriguing story hidden, and it also leaves viewers with endless space for association.

Zuo Qingxi therefore has the praise of “narrative photographer”.

He records all kinds of living beings in the streets and alleys, and is also invited to shoot posters for literary and artistic films, and occasionally participates in the advertising design of luxury brands. Fashion magazines such as “RayE” were originally only channels for Zuo Qingxi to earn living funds, but it was his surprise that he met Qin Jue through an order.

“Well, let’s add one more…”

Qin Jue walked out of the changing room, and Zuo Qingxi gave his opinion after looking at it. He understands photography as well as styling, and he provided many unique insights when he shot the theme photo of “The Furnace”.

Shen Zhenzhen nodded and stretched out her hand to color.

“It’s too bright.” Qin Jue looked at the small measuring cup in her hand, “It’s a little darker. Yes, it looks more like this.”

“Don’t palm, drip down from the wrist.” Zuo Qingxi said.

“it is good.”

Qin Jue took the temporary cup of blood plasma and walked to the shadowless wall.

At this time, she changed her makeup and hair, her black hair was messy and messy, with sticky lumps that were deliberately made. At best, it was wet hair, but to put it bluntly, it was greasy. sense.

As for the clothes, Qin Jue was wearing a camel-colored thick-knitted sweater with a round neck. The size was deliberately chosen to be large and empty. Zuo Qingxi asked her to scratch a few times, so the hair fibers on the clothes became longer and fluffy. The soft velvet creates a sense of sight that is harmless to humans and animals, forming a weird contrast with the face.

In front of the shadowless wall was a black chair with sharp edges and corners. Qin Jue sat on it and slid down a little.

Zuo Qingxi walked over in person and rolled up the sweater sleeve on her left hand, deliberately pulling it sloppily, so that it couldn’t fall off at the forearm that didn’t reach her elbow.

Qin Jue tilted the measuring cup, and the plasma dripped a line on his left wrist, and then flowed down with gravity, swiping across the side and palm of his hand, hitting the ground ticking.

“Wipe it with your right hand, and then…” Zuo Qingxi demonstrated.

Unlike filming, Qin Jue couldn’t figure out what it would be like before the photo was finalized. She did as she was told, letting the blood dizzy in her right hand, and then rubbing it repeatedly on the waist of the sweater like a child wiped her hands, until the redness on her hands faded to a trace.

Zuo Qingxi nodded with satisfaction, tugged Qin Jue’s right sleeve, covering her palm, only showing some fingertips.

“OK, you can stand up and put on the props.”

Zuo Qingxi walked a few meters away and picked up the camera.

His student and Qin Jue’s clothing assistant Shi Mengyi pulled a medium-sized fishing net from left to right.

【Hmmmm? I just came back from a meeting, why is the style of painting not right]

[It seems to be shooting something powerful #stunned]

[I guessed it a bit, the artistry is very strong…]

The barrages passed one by one, and Qin Jue, who had turned on the acting mode, stood up staggeringly, slumped his shoulders, bowed his head slightly, and had no expression on his face.

“Give me the feeling of being knocked down by the waves.” Zuo Qingxi waved his hand after finishing speaking.

The fishing net pulled by the two of them “pounced” towards Qin Jue, but Qin Jue did not resist, staggered back, and finally collapsed onto the cold and hard black chair with a “dong”.

The fishnet covered her, she tilted her head back, her eyelids drooped under her bangs, her clean neck was exposed, and blood was gurgling from her wrists.

The shutter sounded continuously, Zuo Qingxi seemed to have ordered a fully agile assassin, quickly changed his position, and took photos from various angles.

It didn’t take long for the picture of Wuxiu to appear in the live broadcast room in the form of a preview, but this time there was no voting device.

[Good cow, as expected of Zuo Qingxi. I feel that the fishing net is like all kinds of malicious words and malicious words on the Internet rushing over, forming a net, forcing people to the point of no return]

[I think it’s more like a family restraint. On the surface, it’s cute and innocent. In fact, there are bloodstains on the wrist.]

[Why do I think of a very terrifying picture, the left hand makes everyone mistakenly believe that the model is the victim, but the right hand hidden in the sleeve is suggesting that he is the perpetrator, deliberately seeking sympathy and so on…]

【Hey? Isn’t the wound on the left hand an appearance, and the dark red blood on the right hand and waist is actually the fatal wound? 】

[The composition of the third and fifth photos, Ruisbai]

[The outfit is a spring and autumn camel color with a mild style, the hairstyle is wet hair, and the body is wide fishnet. This mix and match is weird and fashionable (and the little wolf’s Adam’s apple and wrist are so astringent…)]

[Too good at shooting, uh]

Zuo Qingxi has fully proved how many tricks a black chair and a fishing net can make. In the next set of photos, Qin Jue turned his face on the chair like a drowning person grabbing straws, or lowered his head and curiously picked up a corner of the fishing net, as if he was studying, but he did not notice that the fishing net went around in a large circle behind, and the other One end tied her ankles firmly 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 shooting, Zuo Qingxi let go of the two existing props, and Qin Jue stood in front of the light side again.

She rubbed her hair casually and stretched.

When she was about to shoot, she vaguely told Zuo Qingxi about “Rain of the Day”, but did not say the specific plot, but only mentioned “violence”, “trauma” and other aspects. Now it seems that Zuo Qingxi’s inspiration is really good Quick, the concept hits the bull’s-eye, and a lot of content emanates.

The finished film not only shows the superiority of Qin Jue’s body and appearance, but also takes into account the atmosphere and storytelling. It is obviously static, but it exudes a touch of stream of consciousness. It is not like a simple record but like “locking a certain moment.” Into the camera”, many photos have the illusion that “Qin Jue’s eyes will move in the next second”.

[So melancholy, Brother Jue’s jawline is clearer than my employment plan]

[Grass, I laughed when I saw this barrage in front of me]

[One of the pictures I can’t read, but it’s really good-looking, especially Teacher Qin’s eyes, it’s so dramatic that I’ll get caught looking at each other across the screen…]

In the studio, Zuo Qingxi made a sound of “Hmm-“.

“What?” Qin Jue walked over lazily, and showed that “ah, I’m so troublesome and want to get off work” again.

But this time it was mostly a joke. Zuo Qingxi’s artistic photos were not so boring, and he could also practice his acting skills. Qin Jue felt that it was very good.

“Can you play with guns?” Zuo Qingxi asked.

Qin Jue looked at him, deliberately paused for two seconds before laughing: “Which one are you talking about? Hot weapon or cold weapon.”

Zuo Qingxi was stunned for a moment, then responded, “Oh, it’s hot.”

【? ? ? 】

[Hahahahahaha strange dialogue]

[The little wolf stopped laughing at me for a while… The expression seemed to say: Are you sure you want to ask me this? .jpg]

[No, my brother is not pretending now, what were you doing before you became an actor? (Tactical leaning back)

[←This has to say that the wolf sister-in-law likes to use guns and daggers with the seal of the little wolf himself…]

[I’ve been really curious about the past experience of Master Yan Baked Woo Woo Woo]

【What is Salt Baked Hahahahahahahahaha! ! 】

【Hand cancer! Ahhh it’s hand cancer! Lord Yan Jun QAQ! 】

[Yan Baked laughing crazy, UU reading www. uukanshu.com salt boy, right.jpg]

【I’m putting on a mask, help… 】

[Thank you, there is salty to ww]

[Qin Xiaolang is killing me (the speed of light opens a new usage)]

【Pass it on! Qin Jue is so salty! ! 】

[What ah ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha

When Qin Jue took the model gun and the apple from Zuo Qingxi’s assistant, he couldn’t understand the barrage when he looked back.

“What did you say?” She was full of question marks, and there was a barrage of [hahahaha].

After figuring out the ins and outs, Qin Jue was amused and disgusted: “No, without me in this family, I guess you can have a lot of fun with each other, right?”

Every day a new stalk, there really is theirs.

At this time, the barrage has turned into a “sweet and salty battle”, and the salty party firmly supports Qin Jue’s “super handsome, super A” and “I just like Mr. Qin’s unceremonious cold face and white eyes, I’m shaking M all the time.” , the other side of the sweet party argues that “he is fierce, he is super gentle!”, “although we are all called little wolf, but everyone knows that the body is white and soft Samoyed!”, in addition to “I All of them” the party’s passion opened the wheat:

[Don’t fight, stop fighting, I declare that Qin Jue is salty and sweet! 】

Salty Party: [Fork out! 】

Sweet Party: [Fork out! 】

Qin Jue: “Ah.”

2600+, with barrage, added word count

(End of this chapter)

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