#her clothes are irredescent

[kaylawilliams-photography-631]

Week 4_ Weekly roll / Photographic studio

CONCEPT_02

The second model I had was Daniélle. I didn't have any pre-planned concepts for her and decided to have more of a play around with lighting as by this stage I had troubleshooted a few things with lighting and exposure and felt more comfortable doing different framing, lighting, focal lengths combinations. She's a super bubbly person so I let that direct what I did a little (with the exception of some shots for the sake of lighting direction). In comparison to more serious shots I took of Aurelia, Daniélle was more bright and colourful in clothing, expression and body movement.

I shot half of the photos of Daniélle in the large white studio which I had booked for the first half of the day and then I moved to the small white studio for the latter half. Initially Cornelius explained that the middle studio isn't suited for people photography due to the amount of space you're restricted to but I did find this pushed me to try some more experimental combinations.

The first 6 shots were taken with the same set up as the last few shots from Aurelia. I then changed to the 50mm lens and expanded my frame of view a bit to do some full body shots. During this set up I started to have a play with some props I bought with me (some $4 plastic table cloths in gold, silver, rose gold and transparent irredescant) which I brought in more in later shots. Around the middle I also discovered the gels and starting playing with the different effects they have on lighting (learnt that they dull the light significantly - especially the darker ones).

My chosen shots from concept 02.

I explored the most diverse range of lighting situations with Daniélle. Definitely had more fun the later shots using the irredescent plastic.

I will make note on a few of the shots above...

(1) this lighting situation was great but ended up feeling too stark and artificial. I definitely had the fill lighting quite bright on this and could have knocked it down. The wider angle I was working with (the 50mm for this one) was a nice change from the tighter shots I was getting with the 100mm. I think to complete my vision of this shot I would've liked a colour background - which for the scale of this assignment is a bit much but would've suited the style I was going for.

(3) Could've done with better loop lighting around the nose and under the chin.

(7) Definitely a higher contrast/high key image. I like the Rebrant lighting i got with that angle though and the catchlight brings out her dark eyes as well.

(8) I think an improvement on this shot would be turning the subjects head to get more rembrant lighting on the left side - either in the direction of shot (7) or more font on. I think by this point though I had more than enough front facing shots.

(9-10) More depth + contrast > lower aperture?

CONCEPT_03

The third model I had was Joel (more of an impromptu model). But got some more playful/experimental shots when he sat in the set up.

During this part of the shoot both Joel and I got some shots of our own however, I took mine of the studio camera (so the lights were used). Whereas Joel got his using the modelling lights and shooting around the subjects and interacting with the props. Interestingly Joel's photos got some really interesting angles and lighting situations. I noticed the same thing occured with Aurelia when the lights weren't syncing with the camera - there was an interesting dynamic with the lights. I'm interested to revisit the studio and explore shooting around just using lighting situations I can create with the modelling lights.

When I was in both studios I had the room lights turned off so it would be interesting how everything would look with them on and see what effect they have to the ambient light in the room. I would also be keen to take my reflector in with me to see what difference that could make in the space (beyond just having a black or white reflector). I think in these shots below they would have helped to create the depth I wanted.

My chosen shots from concept 03.

These were definitely impromptu shots I got at the end of the day so at this stage I was just having fun with different gel combinations.

Critically I would say the top shot with the dark blue gel was a really nice one, however I don't think there's enough contrast on the face and between the background and subject. Increasing the intensity of the key light on the right as well as the fill light on the left just for this shot would have helped that. The reflector dish light illuminating the backdrop was just right, enough to bring out some highlights. Perhaps even more intensity to create a backlight around the subjects hair would also distinguish him from the backdrop. I am yet to use one of the lights as a kicker for this effect so that would be good to try next time. I think also getting catchlight in one eye would create more depth too (like the next photo).

This shot is slighting over exposed on the left side of the subjects face and has no lighting on the opposite cheek. The lighting doesn't illuminate as much of the right side as I would've liked and perhaps more intensity of that light would have create better light on that side. I do like the DOF in this shot - with his face forward from his chest there are interesting points in focus.

This and the final shot I chose turned out pretty well - especially in combination with the colours Joel was wearing. I think the improvement here, as with similar shots I got of Daniélle would be to reduce the key and fill lighting a little and/or reduce the backlighting to create more depth.

[icantbelieveitsnotdeviantart]

Upon request, an overly pretty Disney Princess Yennifer.

She slept all day, just like I did.

(Except I don’t wake up to perfect eye shadow every morning)

#her clothes are irredescent #which is why the disney #princess birds are humming birds #hummingbirds #yennifer #yennifer of vengerberg #the witcher #witcher #tv show #netflix #video game #witcher 3 #witch #buttercup field #hummingbird #my animu shit #my crappy art #my art #jaskier is in that field #im not sure they know theyre so close tho #yennifer sleeps umtil like three pm #my canon

[wyntereyez]

Untitled CS winged!Killian fic

I'm considering doing a series of random ficlets where everything is the same except Killian is descended from an ancient winged race. I may even, out of boredom, randomly slip in some ficlets about other Colin characters having wings.

Here's some post-"Good Form" Neverland fic.

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The cries of the Lost Boys seemed more anguished that night, worming their way into Emma's dreams and forcing her to relive her worst memories. She fought free of the nightmare memories, coming awake with a loud sniffle and fat tears rolling down her cheeks.

She choked back a sob and swiped a hand over her face, listening all the while for anyone stirring. She didn't want to explain, to share the painful memories with her parents.

But it was silent, save for the mournful cries and the occasional call of an animal.

Emma sat up slowly, knowing sleep would be impossible the rest of the night. Her fingers curled around the butter-soft leather that had been her bed, and her brow furrowed. When had she fallen asleep, anyway, and how had she ended up on Hook's coat?

Speaking of which, where was the pirate?

Emma shook her head; she wasn't going to worry about him. What she was interested in was cleaning her tear-streaked face. They were near the shore of a small lake, she recalled, one that Hook had assured them was safe enough.

She took a moment to fold the elegant coat, then headed through the thinning treeline towards the water's edge.

A loud splash made her freeze, hand inching towards the hilt of her cutlass. She scanned the shoreline for danger, and gasped at the sight before her.

With no trees to obstruct the sky, the moon and stars were in full view. She'd never seen so many of them, and they reflected off the surface of the lake, giving it the appearance of endless space. And framed by the stars, pale skin almost aglow in the moonlight, was Hook.

He'd waded into the water up to his hips. He stood with his back to her, giving her full view of his bare back, rivulets of water running down pale skin, and his outstretched wings.

When Emma had first seen them, after he'd dropped the cloak he'd worn for his blacksmith guise, it was like the world had stopped. There they were, glossy black and huge, furled tightly to his back. He hadn't looked like a pirate, then...more like something ethereal. An angel. A fallen angel, she'd amended when he'd flashed that smirk, an unearthly creature of sin and desire.

Since then, she'd grown accustomed to them. They were simply bundles of feathers, kept tightly closed. They may as well have not existed, for all the attention he paid them.

But now...now they were outspread, resting atop the surface of the lake, the moonlight bringing an irredescence she hadn't previously noticed.

The soft splashes were from Hook splashing a them with water, then it looked as though he were combing through them with his fingers.

Preening, she realized. He was preening the feathers. And singing softly under his breath as he did, too low for her to hear the words.

Entranced, Emma stepped forward - and tripped over the pile of clothes Hook had left on the shore. She couldn't hold back a yelp, and Hook whirled around, wings coming up in reaction.

And Emma realized why he pretended his wings didn't exist, why he'd looked so pained when she'd asked why he didn't just fly up the beanstalk.

His left wing had been cut off at the wrist bone, much as his hand had been.

"Swan?" Hook called, wings slowly lowering. "Is everything all right?"

He took a step forward, hips emerging from the water, and Emma realized he was very, very naked...

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Sorry... stopping a moment to use the bathroom... I'll reblog with more fic and tags in a bit.

[thymes-gnu-rowman]

Butlery

Chapter 2: Abe was gone by the time Hae returned to the garden, so he proceeded alone after removing his grey vest and rolling up the sleeves of his white dress shirt. He had tons of them so he wasn't particularly worried about the shirt. However his polished jet loafers were another issue. He proceeded anyway.

Hae was reminded of how exhausting manual labor was, feeling the ache in his shoulders and arms after a couple hours of shoveling.

Noting the lift of the sun he decided to take a short break, wiping sweat from his forehead. Clambering out of the pit, he grumpily noted the rapid increase in temperature. The midday sun eagerly singed his neck when he was no longer shielded by the cool ground. Dirt coated his forehead, and nails, and his loafers were going to need a good careful scrubbing when he finished. Hae was only a quarter of the way done filling the plot, and it would only get hotter as the day went on. Revealing the holey white tee underneath his dress shirt, Hae set it aside next to his vest, then cuffed his gray slacks.

He slipped off his dirty loafers, then his soil-crusted socks, before entering the tan building, attempting to carefully close the wayward door. After it swung open with the next gust of wind he ignored it.

Fixing himself a glass of water, his eyes wandered the surroundings, intending to memorize them. The small kitchen had dark cabinets, and the refrigerator was shiny and silvery, but the warping on the freezer door made it obvious it wasn’t stainless steel.

The week prior Hae had noticed the trinkets Abe kept around the house; random esoteric baubles that made Hae think he studied rare animals or hunting or something; bones, feathers, scales, even jars of irredescent goops.

There were almost no family photos anywhere, and when Hae wondered just who could’ve raised someone as strange as Abe anyway, he finally saw the small 5x5 frame for the first time. Someone’s thumb covered part of the photo, but most everything was still visible.

Young Abe tapped at a videogame, half a bag of maltballs rested unwrapped next to him on the fuzzy orange carpet, and an ugly, grey, three-legged cat snoozing in his lap. He placidly sat at a young woman’s feet, comically large circular sunglasses covering most of his face, as she shaved his head with an electric razor, the unshaven half of his head stuck out, a frizzy mass of curly hair. She wore a tye dye t-shirt and a pair of dark-wash overalls that she’d only bothered to button one strap of. Her expression was focused, yet calm and she leaned down near to the boy’s head, her short hair falling forward over her ears, the burgundy recliner bending with her.

Putting down the photo Hae peered out the window adjacent to the endtable. He’d never really liked photography. A moment in time seemed much more fun when you just soaked it all in. Yet, he still wished he’d at least bothered to take one family photo.

The dining room was a familiar place for him, as was the dank laundry room, and the cellar where Abe distilled his own beer. Light and dark brews bubbled softly in their taps, arranged with according to seem system Hae didn’t understand; it wasn’t according to color, age or type.

Walking through the rows of tanks, Hae thought on the contents. It was some okay stuff, Hae’d told him when he tried it first. Abe had replied it was an acquired taste, and it took many tries for one to ‘truly experience the phenomena.”

Illegible scrawls labeled each of the rows of tanks, none of the script resembling another. Hae paused at one that almost seemed familiar. If he really stared at it he could almost...

Hae sighed. Abe’s penmanship was just deplorable.

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The upstairs of the home, had two petite master bedrooms, and one half-bath, each decorated minimally, and laden with scuffed and dulled magogany floors that creaked and dipped from hard-water damage; he made a mental note to check the ceiling in his room for mold.

Of the two rooms, Hae’s was the simplest. The bathroom entrance was on the right side, a bare twin bed had been tossed in the left corner and a bedside table faced diagonally was sandwiched between the bare mattress and the wall. No window. No fan. No closet. No dresser. And the lightweight green door did not hang on hinges, but lay adjacent to the empty doorway. But Hae wasn’t one to complain. After so long, he finally had a kitchen to cook in for himself again, and it was still leagues ahead of the motel. He could finally sleep without getting an occasional secondhand high. He didn’t have to worry about his clothes smelling like his neighbors dope and having to explain it out to his bougie employers who would fire him anyway. He didn't have to tune out his neighbors shouting about flicking wrists, and crock pots. He didn’t have to worry if he remembered enough tae kwon do to fight off a potential attacker as he walked to his room in the very dimly lit hallways. Smiling to himself he gave a small celebratory fist pump. He was moving up in this world.

He opened the dresser that was about the size of a mini-fridge and set aside some trinkets and notebooks he found inside before he put away what he could. He made another mental note to ask Abe about his policy on furniture delivery. Sitting on the mattress he realized they were sheetless and the mattress coughed a puff of dust with the creak of rusty springs when he sat. Guess he did have a good reason to take those hotel sheets.

Hae delivered his toiletries to the bathroom then returned to work outside after one more drink of water.

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When Hae finished, hole filled to just a little under the grassline, like how a pretty gardening plot should look, he gathered his shirt, vest, socks and shoes.

He was soaked in sweat and dirt, his hair was caked in mud made from his own fluids and he probably had bugs in his drawers so he prayed he’d have time to get a shower before he had to make dinner. In fact he was too filthy to cook in good conscience. It became mandatory that he shower.

Hae hadn’t bothered to put his loafers back on when resuming, they’d been through enough already, so he hosed off his feet before entering, then tried to get to his room while shedding as little dirt as possible.

Abe was nowhere in sight so he was in the clear. In fact he hadnt seen abe all day, and he wasn’t in his room either. Not like it was his buisiness, Hae mused.

“Could you make more of those rice buns?” Came from who knows where. Hae tripped halfway up the stairs, catching himself on the railing.

“Of course,” came his weak reply, unsure where to direct his voice. Glancing around. His eyes fell on an intercom near the base of The stairs, then the camera in the corner over the doorway of the screen door, he'd somehow missed in his walkthrough.

Hae gulped, frozen. This was it. He’d be fired. Tracking in dirt was always a No no.

“You're a mess, man,” Abe remarked innocently, voice tinny.

“Sorry,” Hae apologized, suddenly interested in the bronze lemmè wallpaper.

Abe laughed, startling Hae out of his caution.

“You must've worked very hard, if you're done this early! Go on! You've earned a break. Just have the buns and dinner ready by 8. Thanks!” The old intercom Crackled then went silent.

8? That was awfully late… but Hae wasn't complaining. He thought he deserved a break. Hae shot a glance at the wall clock.

6:30.

Okay, maybe he should rush some.

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