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somebirdortheother · 2 months
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Heads Up, Seven Up!
Tagged by @iamstartraveller776
RULES: Post the last 7 sentences that you wrote.
I am somewhat cheating, because technically it's not brand new writing but editing of previously written sentences. This is due to the fact that I am rewriting a draft of a sci-fi novel. Yes, the novel still doesn't have a name, but I am taking suggestions. @lady-of-imladris can you just name it for me?
Beneath her, the man swore loudly at a piece of machinery. “Need a hand or eight?” she asked, “I have already scanned the manuals for this technology.” Lucien laughed, surprised, looking up until the cyan of his spectacles reflected her form, “Was it enjoyable to watch a man struggle before you offered help to fix the issue?” Calculating the trajectory, the Instance leaped down the railing and onto the man’s shoulder. Gravely, she said, “Immensely.”  Before Lucien could respond, she knew he would call her a smartass. 
Tagging: @lady-of-imladris (hehe PONG), @coraleethroughthelookingglass @brotherdusk @lapestelareste @thenookienostradamus @demonscantgothere
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mondomoda · 5 years
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“Moda é uma das mais ricas formas de expressão dos desejos, ambições, medos, insegurança e segurança da humanidade” – Richard Avedon
Como toda data de celebração profissional, o Dia do Fotógrafo, comemorado neste 08 de janeiro, é controversa. O Dia Mundial da Fotografia foi instituída pela Academia de Ciências da França, é 19 de agosto. A data consagra o Daguerreótipo – processo desenvolvido pelo francês Louis M. Daguérre.
Segundo a história, o abade Louis Compte trouxe a novidade de Paris para o Rio de Janeiro, no dia 16 de janeiro de 1840 e apresentou o daguerreótipo ao imperador D. Pedro II (oficialmente, o Imperador foi o primeiro fotógrafo brasileiro). Porém, segundo o historiador Bóris Kossoy, houve uma descoberta isolada da fotografia no Brasil feita pelo pesquisador Hércules Florence, seis anos antes do anúncio oficial do feito de Daguerre… Sem conhecimento das pesquisas na Europa, Florence descobriu a fotografia e foi a primeira pessoa a usar o termo, em 15 de Agosto de 1832, em Campinas.
Enfim… Polêmicas à parte, MONDO MODA relembra a trajetória de três nomes que revolucionaram a história da fotografia da moda internacional.
Horst P. Horst nasceu em Weissenfels, na Alemanha, em 1906. Depois de estudar arte em Hamburgo e em Paris com Le Corbusier (1929), tornou-se assistente nos estúdios fotográficos da Vogue. Em 1932, ocupou a função de diretor dos estúdios em substituição de Hoyningen-Hune. A fotografia de Horst moveu-se essencialmente em duas áreas – moda e retrato – e é profundamente evocativa do espírito dos anos 30. O trabalho de Horst apresentou a mulher plena de sensibilidade e delicadeza em poses complexas, produto de uma observação atenta da dança. O nu, a natureza morta, a arquitetura e a publicidade também fizeram parte do trabalho deste artista. Influenciado por Edward Steichen e pelo seu grande mestre Hoynningen-Hune, as imagens de Horst são caracterizadas por uma luz dramática, onde prevalece o jogo claro/escuro e uma abordagem aos cenários teatrais. Em 1984 o International Center of Photography de Nova Iorque organizou uma retrospetiva da obra de Horst, que faleceu em 1999.
Horst P. Horst – Madeimoiselle Zelinsky veste Lucien Lelong – Vogue – 1937
Horst P. Horst – Helen Bennet na Galleria Seligmann – 1938
Horst P. Horst – Olhos, mãos e pintura – 1936
Horst P. Horst – Jean Patchett
Horst P. Horst
Horst P. Horst – Mistinguett veste Molyneux – 1934
Natural de Nova Iorque, Richard Avedon teve os primeiros contatos com a fotografia aos 12 anos, no YMHA Camera Club. Em 1942, durante a Segunda Guerra Mundial, Avedon serviu as forças armadas como fotógrafo da Segunda Classe da Marinha Mercante. Durante os dois anos que esteve lá, usou a Rolleiflex com lente dupla que havia ganhado de presente de seu pai para fazer os retratos de identificação dos tripulantes. Foi nessa época em que adquiriu mais conhecimentos técnicos e começou a desenvolver um estilo dinâmico. Dois anos depois, Avedon deixou a Marinha Mercante para trabalhar com fotografia de moda e estudar com o diretor de arte Alexey Brodovitch, no Laboratório de Design da New School for Social Research. Em 1945, ele montou estúdio próprio e passou a trabalhar como fotógrafo freelancer para diversas revistas como Theater Arts, Life, Look Magazines e Harper’s Bazaar, onde se destacou rapidamente e, com o apoio de Brodovitch, teve ascensão meteórica. Lá ele desenvolveu uma abordagem original para fazer fotografias de moda: incentivadas por Avedon, as modelos eram colocadas em ação, atuando e sorrindo. Também nesta época, inspirado pelo foto jornalista Martin Munkacsi, Avedon saiu do estúdio e fotografou modelos nas ruas, em casas noturnas, arenas de circo e em outros lugares até então incomuns. Ele era fascinado pela capacidade da fotografia de sugerir a personalidade de seus modelos:
“As minhas fotografias não vão além da aparência externa. Tenho muita fé nela. Uma boa aparência externa está cheia de pistas.” disse ele, que fotografava poses, atitudes, estilos, roupas e acessórios como se fossem vitais.
Quando parou de trabalhar para a Harper’s Bazaar, em 1965, Avedon iniciou uma relação duradoura com a revista Vogue até 1988. Ele também estabeleceu parcerias criativas com a francesa Egoiste e com a norte-americana The New Yorker, onde revigorou seu estilo com dinamismo teatral. Além disso, ele fez peças publicitárias para marcas como Calvin Klein, Versace, e Revlon.
Richard Avedon – Veruschka 1966
Shari Belafonte Harper – Vogue Maio 1985 @ Richard Avedon
Nastassja Kinski 1998 @ Richard Avedon
Richard Avedon Carmen veste Cardin pelas ruas de Paris
Richard Avedon – Veruschka – Janeiro de 1967
Barbra Streisand Vogue Dezembro 1966 @ Richard Avedon
Richard Avedon – Suzy-Parker-e-Robin-Tattersall-vestindo-Gres-Moulin-Rouge-Paris-Agosto-1957
Kara Young Vogue Outubro 1989 @ Richard Avedon
Desde muito cedo, Helmut Newton se interessou por fotografia. Durante a adolescência trabalhou com o fotógrafo Yfa, em Berlim. Na década de 1940, abriu um estúdio em Melbourne, na Austrália e pouco tempo depois casou com a atriz June Brown, que também se tornou fotógrafa, usando o nome Alice Springs. Nos anos 60, o casal mudou-se para Monte Carlo e Helmut Newton produziu divertidos editoriais para as mais conceituadas revistas de moda, como a Vogue. Mas foi no início da década de 70 que Newton encontrou a estética que o tornou tão famoso. Os seus provocadores retratos de mulheres nuas – Newton adorava fotografar mulheres altas, de ombros largos e longas pernas – foram muitas vezes considerados escandalosos. Seu trabalho apareceu em várias publicações, desde a Vogue ao The New Yorker, e o seu nome ficou associado a vários designers, em especial a Yves Saint Laurent. Ele assina a famosa foto do ‘Le Smoking’, com a modelo fumando cigarro usando terno YSL numa rua em Paris. Newton mudou a fotografia de moda com as suas controversas imagens.
“O seu mundo de imagens glamourosas era simultaneamente chocante e atraente” declarou Tom Ford ao International Herald Tribune, quando Newton faleceu em 2004.
“A proposta de Tom Ford de uma mulher forte com maquiagem, cabelo arranjado e saltos altos foi muito influenciada pela fotografia de Helmut, tal como a roupa de Saint Laurent”, afirmou Anna Wintour, editora-chefe da Vogue americana, acrescentando: “Procuramos sempre algo provocador, surpreendente e perverso em Helmut Newton”.
Helmut Newton
Helmut Newton – YSL – 1979
Helmut Newton – Catherine Deneuve – YSL – 1966
Helmut Newton – ELLE – 1969
Helmut Newton
Helmut Newton
Helmut Newton – YSL – 1975
(Fontes: Portoweb | Centro de Fotografia ESPM | Site Horst P Horst)
Três nomes da fotografia da moda: Horst P. Horst, Richard Avedon e Helmut Newton “Moda é uma das mais ricas formas de expressão dos desejos, ambições, medos, insegurança e segurança da humanidade” – Richard Avedon…
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somebirdortheother · 3 months
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WIP Snip!
Thank you for tagging me @myfavouritelunatic!!!!
Here is yet another snippet from my original sci-fi WIP novel, Draft 2. Let's get to know Lucien Daguerre a little more, shall we?
A mere hour later, his workspace was filled with the smells of plastics and metals. Lucien watched thick swirls of blue-grey smoke coil around his wrists like snakes. He tried not to breathe, but the vinegary smell of curing silicons nudged at his nostrils and made his eyes water. Had he looked in the mirror now, he’d have seen the blues of his irises rimmed with red, irritated, spiderwebs of blood vessels.  … that the ocular features of jawed vertebrates, likely resembling contemporary cartilaginous fish such as sharks, had evolved approximately four hundred and twenty million years ago, originating from a common ancestor. This led us to speculate that the origins of our camera-like ocular system and its associated photoreceptors could potentially be traced back even further. Thus, we shifted our focus to examine more primitive, jawless vertebrates … The audio continued to drone. Lucien eyed the respirator peacefully secured in its glass sarcophagus on the wall as he tried to wipe his eyes with his sleeves. He should have worn the respirator. However, if he had, its usage data would be transmitted for environmental assessment. And when that data would be out of bounds, triggering an alert. Someone would be sent to his lab to investigate. He couldn’t have that. Pas du tout.  … Intriguingly, the lamprey also possesses a camera-like eye, complete with lens, iris, and ocular musculature. Its retina, similarly to ours, is tri-laminar, and its photoreceptive cells bear a strong resemblance to our cone cells, though it seemingly lacks the more light-sensitive rod cells. Notably, the genetic mechanisms governing light perception, neural computations, and ocular development in lampreys are congruent with those in jawed vertebrates. He couldn’t have anyone start probing for details and prodding Walter with their clumsy fingers. ‘Walter?’, he thought, glancing at the mechanical body stretched out on his immaculate worktable, surprised at how easily a name came to him. Long-limbed and elegant, peacefully resting and ready to have life breathed into him. Yes, ‘Walter’ suited him well.  For an odd reason, Lucien almost felt nervous about meeting him. It was a preposterous thought – Walter was far from his first bot to be created in his workshop. And if he counted his previous employment, then he would be at least somewhere in the thousands. And yet – he knew that he would be different from anything he’d ever created. Call it premonition or wishful thinking, but he hadn’t been wasting his time on the most perfect pair of eyes for the past three weeks only to install them into yet another run-of-the-mill piece of entertainment for his bored clientele.  Walter was singular. Walter had a heart. Walter was his. 
Tagging, no pressure: @coraleethroughthelookingglass @thelettersfromnoone @lady-of-imladris @lapestelareste
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somebirdortheother · 2 months
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WIP Snip
Ah, my old foe, @lady-of-imladris has ponged my ping, and now I must respond with yet another WIP snippet.
We all know that SomeBird is re-drafting an original sci-fi novel, and here is the snippet.
Oops, it's kind of dark. CW dead body. But Lucien is in it sooo....
“Mr Daguerre.” He should have asked to clarify the officer’s polite refusal to let him identify the body remotely, as was the standard protocol. But maybe it was right that he would see her again one last time, taken aback by the officer’s news that he was still identified as her emergency contact despite not having heard from her for over two years. Now, the last smell he would remember would not be her faint perfume of bergamot, lavender, and something warm and musky. It would be this—nauseating chemicals masking death. The last images he would see would not be her angry and hurt face. It would be the superposition of how the body had been found — blood vessels and guts stretched around the pool of blood like a grotesque spiderweb, a handwritten note describing the obvious still clutched in her left hand — over the tastefully stitched-back cadaver lying stiff on the stretcher. Did he just call that thing ‘tasteful’? He was losing his goddamn mind. “Mr Daguerre?”
Tagging @lady-of-imladris You're not off the hook that easily, miss! Also tagging @coraleethroughthelookingglass @thelettersfromnoone @lapestelareste @thenookienostradamus
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somebirdortheother · 27 days
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Heads Up, Seven Up!
I was tagged by @lady-of-imladris! I am so happy you're back to writing, girl!!!
I am now re-writing my Timeline 2 for my *still* unnamed sci-fi WIP. Let's see what the hell Lucien is up to.
“That she did not.” “So, how does that make you feel?” he asked, leaning back in his chair. Lucien looked at the man swallowed up by his ostentatious setup, the pretense, the subtle glances at the time, the cliche phrase that belonged in cheap literature. For some reason, he found confiding in this peacock amusing, hysterical, even. He couldn’t say a thing. Instead, a dark laugh bubbled up from somewhere beneath his liver. He leaned back in his own chair and laughed, and laughed, and laughed.
Tagging: @lady-of-imladris (haha, right back at you), @coraleethroughthelookingglass and @thelettersfromnoone
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somebirdortheother · 2 months
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WIP tag game!
Ah! I was tagged by @eowyn7023, whose own WIP snippet was so lovely to see!
Once again, I am sharing my ongoing sci-fi WIP. Second draft is in progress, and while I didn't technically just write this scene, I surely am sitting with the edits right about here:
Later, recounting the story to the psychotherapist felt like pulling teeth, and the asshole looked bored the entire time until he finally noticed the lull in the conversation. It had been a mistake to share this, Lucien thought as he set his jaw in lieu of imagining swinging the bust sitting at the therapist’s immaculate desk at the man’s head.  “That’s a rather gruesome way to go,” Mr-Whose-Name-He-Forgot said with a put-upon sympathy. “Yeah,” Lucien hummed, regretting every moment of the technically not mandatory session and reminding him that a certification was all that he needed.  “And yet, you choose to remember every detail of it.” “What choice do I have?” Lucien furrowed his eyebrows as he considered the man before him, wondering if he’d ever experienced a modicum of hardship.  “There are many,” the man seemed to come alive at the statement, leaning out of his armchair to list the options, “Compartmentalization, hypnosis, medication – of which there are so many options these days. Surgical intervention, of course, is still very popular – ever tried a numbing implant?” the man positively lit up at his own suggestion, “They work like a charm.” The psychologist swiftly gestured with his index finger, undoubtedly beginning to design a treatment plan. His eyes glowed ice blue in the dimly illuminated room, reflecting the digital paper on his desk. 
HMmmm this makes me think I should probably introduce my characters on tumblr, because WHO the hell is Lucien even, right?
Tagging, with no pressure: @lady-of-imladris (double ping, lady!), @coraleethroughthelookingglass And EVERYONE ELSE who's currently writing!
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somebirdortheother · 2 months
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I love this song very dearly, and it happens to be the second song on my playlist dedicated to one of the main characters in my sci-fi WIP, Lucien Daguerre.
My favourite lyric is really the whole song, but I particularly like this bit because it truly feels like my Lucien:
Certains jours Je perds mon temps Quand mon tempérament Seul résiste Aux eaux troubles Entêtantes
From the following ask game:
Send me a 🎧 and I will put my music on shuffle and give you a song and my favourite lyric from it
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