God's Palette

Therefore, the candlestick in her hand fell on the dining table.

The light froze in place, and the girl retreated into the darkness with the black eyes she used to catch the light.

"In the final analysis, there are only three kinds of results of photography. Either everything is clear, or everything is blurred, or some are blurred and some are clear. This is the most essential thing in photography."

"Brother Xun, I'd be happy if you want to teach, but don't make it so miserable..." I don't know where to turn around, it's so dark that I can't see, "But these things have something to do with our taking pictures ?"

"Yes, I was just telling myself."

These soliloquies are actually things that Xia Xun doesn't often use.In the past, photography was something I knew very well, even almost instinctively, so she didn't need to think too much about every action, and she could take pictures that had already been patterned when she came back to her senses.This is a situation that people in all walks of life who have excellent mastery of a certain skill will have, similar to an acquired instinct.

But—this can also be a hindrance.

Sometimes it can be surprisingly difficult to do something that goes against this instinct.

For example, those who are very proficient in playing certain games will summarize the needs of passing the game into a set of coherent skilled operations, and then repeat this set of accustomed operations in a patterned manner to ensure the most efficient clearance.But if one day, this well-known level is suddenly changed, then these templated operations will more or less hinder him, at least he will not be able to adapt immediately.

This is also the case with photography, as it is now.

If you want to shoot something too special, you need to guide yourself, enter another level, and change your mood.The way Xia Xun found for himself was to tell himself the basics of photography, so as to get the original intention when he first touched the camera.

This suppresses overly adept muscle memory and guides her in a free direction.

She took the tripod and camera to the calculated location, removed the 35 1.4 ZA lens, and replaced it with the 85 1.4 GDL, the most familiar portrait lens.Even at night like this, wide open, it delivers extremely sharp quality.

But except for the orange coating on the very front of the lens, everything else is sunk in black.

Xia Xun was covered by a black robe, and the camera and tripod were also wrapped in black materials.After all, a mirror is used for this photography, and photography from certain angles is likely to make the photographer appear in the mirror, which is not good.If it’s just a small circle in the lens, it can be solved in post-production.

So this is a minimally impactful picture.

Like the well-prepared photographers-others who were assigned to the task also hurriedly started the set.Chef Cuckoo asked Zhuan Zhuan to help him light up the dishes, while he brought plates of prepared dishes to the dining table.

And the appearance of this dining table is also different from the previous photography, it is covered by a layer of black material with light-absorbing effect.

Therefore, the whiteness of the dinner plate and the bright colors of the dishes, these things illuminated by the candlesticks, seem to appear from a strange world, suspended as if without support.

And the mirror—the first mirror with a snow-white frame, was carried near the dining table, its mirror surface was extremely clear.

Originally, everyone could still laugh and chat about some things, but as the black enveloped, the feeling of depression completely choked everyone's throats.Even Xia Lin, who was born noble, seemed to be dominated by Xia Xun unknowingly at this moment, and did not allow the silence to be heard.

Only Xia Xun is the master here.

In the next second, she immediately exercised the power called "freedom" and broke the silence.

"bring it on."

Following the call of the photographer, somewhere in the dark, the rustling sound of the clothes is constantly moving, which is the response.Not long after, it stopped and was replaced by a long gasp.It was like a person going to the battlefield, making the final decision.All the unrelated people are watching quietly somewhere in the dark, as if they are in a movie theater.

So the actor walked to the stage—it was Rael.

Compared with her before, she has a completely different temperament.

The white T-shirt was unadorned, as brand new as the one I just bought, but together with the ponytail, it exuded a very simple temperament.Just like the dishes on the table, they are all very homely Chinese food.These few dishes, Xia Xun has never touched fakes, they are all real materials, so they can have a sense of simplicity.

This is an ordinary girl after throwing away all the aura.

Now she is not some mysterious eater, not a hostess, not someone who will compete, nor is she an anorexic, just an ordinary girl who eats three meals a day and eats a simple meal—this is also the first scene that Xia Xun wants.

These highlighted sense of simplicity unexpectedly make the picture very contradictory and very interesting.A fairly high-end European-style mirror and an equally luxurious candlestick, all in thick black, surrounded the ordinary her.

In the dark night, besides Xia Xun who was looking for an angle, there were other people communicating.

Unfortunately, Xia Lin and Mian Yu became neighbors together. Both of them felt that they could not speak, but it did not prevent them from switching their mobile phones to night mode and chatting by typing. Anyway, 80% of modern people’s communication depends on this. Everyone is very familiar.

"Actually, I have already analyzed Xia Xun's intentions, do you want me to tell you?"

"No, because I guessed it from the moment I turned off the light."

"I withdraw my preface, and I have to tell the truth. Xia Xun and I have already communicated at home."

"You are just a foothold for Xia Xun, and if you insist, I already knew how my sister wanted to take pictures today when I was in my mother's womb."

"...This is too much."

"……Um."

The two of them actually didn't know how Xia Xun was going to shoot, but this did not hinder the expression on their faces that controlled the overall situation.

The photographer's shutter sound did not come for a long time, and it was so long that people almost forgot that this was a photography session.Leyle was standing in front of the dining table, as Xia Xun asked before, like "walking into a dream, but you know that everything is true, but you are still surprised."

It was indeed like a dream.

It is indeed very real-the home-cooked dishes fried with lard and dried chili are still warm, and the smell can really evoke moving memories... This distracted her, and temporarily forgot Xia Xun's instructions, just thinking about it When I was a child, how did I dry the peppers in the sun, and every time the lard was fried, it would leave a dry, crispy oil residue, and if I ate it with extravagant sugar, I would be tired for more than half a year.

"Crack-"

Xia Xun finally pressed the shutter.

This first photo was unexpectedly smooth, the model's expression was just right, both blurred and ordinary... and just right, when she found the angle of the mirror reflection.The oblique angle of view of the camera records everything about her and her in the mirror.

"continue."

It's a journey.

About the man Rael - a journey from the ordinary to the present.

Xia Xun's idea is actually very simple, using a lot of black to create a feeling of oppression, confusion, and illusion, and then using the reflection of the mirror.to add more uncertainty—and psychedelic—to the picture.Here, it's like a dining table that only exists in a dream, and the dishes on the table are all the history of this girl, Rael.