Bruce was thinking, so inspirations and ideas were floating in his mind, but he wasn't sure, he needed more ti.
In the past, when encountering such a situation, he would follow his intuition to capture and search, to collide, explore, and take risks in actual work, to find solutions--
Photography is alive, sitting still and ditating will definitely not yield answers.
Sotis, he couldn't find a solution, and could only bite the bullet and finish the work. Maybe he couldn't find the mont of talent and inspiration, but it wouldn't be too bad, often better than the worst situation he imagined, and in the end, he could still find one or two satisfactory photos.
Occasionally, very, very rarely, he could find a new path in the process of adventure, like Alice opening the door to a new world in Wonderland. Photography, like other artistic creations, needs a frawork and routines, but also needs inspiration. 1% spark can change everything.
Standing in front of the set, Bruce pressed the shutter to test the lighting and get a feel for it before the model appeared.
Then.
Trivial noises surged in the air, Bruce was a little irritable, he turned around, and without even needing to search, a figure ca into view.
A suit, still the familiar three-piece suit, nothing new or special, the real focus was on the person wearing the suit.
Neat and capable lines fell vertically, the just right tailoring fully displayed the body lines and proportions, fitting and slim, like a second layer of skin. The wrapping of the fabric did not form a cover, but quietly beca a part of the body, showing a primitive and simple beauty.
Elegant and concise, gentlemanly and calm.
"Bright."
Bruce never knew that the word "bright" could be used to describe a person's temperant, but Anson in front of him was indeed like that.
His vibrant hair was now neatly combed into a slicked-back style, fully revealing his forehead, showing a three-seven parting. Ti seed to be flowing backward, returning to the era before jeans beca popular, returning to the era when everyone, regardless of class or occupation, had to wear suits.
At that ti, the pace of life was not so fast, and there were not so many ways of entertainnt. A letter across the ocean might take a month, and a journey over mountains and mountains might take a year. People's perception of ti was completely different, life beca extraordinarily long, and happiness and joy were simpler.
Everything just slowed down like this.
Anson was still the sa Anson.
However, it was far from the image of the young man who stepped on the skateboard just now. Even the previous "Friends" performance and the parking lot interview had never seen this side of Anson. The difference between casual wear and formal wear, on this man in front of him, showed a completely different appearance.
It felt like a different soul was in the sa body.
A mont of trance.
Bruce was experienced and sharp-eyed, he could tell at a glance that this suit was from Yves Saint Laurent--
Lines. Proportions.
Bruce was thinking, so inspirations and ideas were floating in his mind, but he wasn't sure, he needed more ti.
In the past, when encountering such a situation, he would follow his intuition to capture and search, to collide, explore, and take risks in actual work, to find solutions--
Photography is alive, sitting still and ditating will definitely not yield answers.
Sotis, he couldn't find a solution, and could only bite the bullet and finish the work. Maybe he couldn't find the mont of talent and inspiration, but it wouldn't be too bad, often better than the worst situation he imagined, and in the end, he could still find one or two satisfactory photos.
Occasionally, very, very rarely, he could find a new path in the process of adventure, like Alice opening the door to a new world in Wonderland. Photography, like other artistic creations, needs a frawork and routines, but also needs inspiration. 1% spark can change everything.
Standing in front of the set, Bruce pressed the shutter to test the lighting and get a feel for it before the model appeared.
Then.
Trivial noises surged in the air, Bruce was a little irritable, he turned around, and without even needing to search, a figure ca into view.
A suit, still the familiar three-piece suit, nothing new or special, the real focus was on the person wearing the suit.
Neat and capable lines fell vertically, the just right tailoring fully displayed the body lines and proportions, fitting and slim, like a second layer of skin. The wrapping of the fabric did not form a cover, but quietly beca a part of the body, showing a primitive and simple beauty.
Elegant and concise, gentlemanly and calm.
"Bright."
Bruce never knew that the word "bright" could be used to describe a person's temperant, but Anson in front of him was indeed like that.
His vibrant hair was now neatly combed into a slicked-back style, fully revealing his forehead, showing a three-seven parting. Ti seed to be flowing backward, returning to the era before jeans beca popular, returning to the era when everyone, regardless of class or occupation, had to wear suits.
At that ti, the pace of life was not so fast, and there were not so many ways of entertainnt. A letter across the ocean might take a month, and a journey over mountains and mountains might take a year. People's perception of ti was completely different, life beca extraordinarily long, and happiness and joy were simpler.
Everything just slowed down like this.
Anson was still the sa Anson.
However, it was far from the image of the young man who stepped on the skateboard just now. Even the previous "Friends" performance and the parking lot interview had never seen this side of Anson. The difference between casual wear and formal wear, on this man in front of him, showed a completely different appearance.
It felt like a different soul was in the sa body.
A mont of trance.
Bruce was experienced and sharp-eyed, he could tell at a glance that this suit was from Yves Saint Laurent--
Lines. Proportions.
This is the most typical style of Yves Saint Laurent nowadays, carving out the personality hidden under the suit bit by bit within the traditional template.
However.
Bruce was also a little surprised that Yves Saint Laurent's suit could show such a temperant, how should he describe it?
A kind of thin and fragile but stubborn and proud temperant.
Bruce thought that Anson's first suit would choose Ernegildo Zegna or Giorgio Armani, that is, a typical Italian suit, the shape needs the fullness of the skeleton to support in order to show the retro elegance of the suit.
Previously, when Anson made a cao appearance in "Friends", the impression brought by his dressing style was like this.
This was also Bruce's biggest worry, because both Hugh Jackman and Brad Pitt were very suitable for Italian suits, wouldn't the styles overlap?
Unexpectedly, it turned out to be Yves Saint Laurent; moreover, Anson showed a completely different and unique temperant, seemingly the sa, but completely new.
No wonder.
Looking at the reaction in front of him again, Bruce could understand it.
Vaguely, Bruce could feel his desire sprouting, the desire to press the shutter to record the mont. Although Anson was not Monica Bellucci, the contrast in front of him collided with different information, surging in his mind, a faint impulse made his fingertips eager to move.
Not Hugh Jackman, nor Brad Pitt, but Anson Wood.
Bruce was also a little curious about what kind of Anson his lens would capture.
"Here."
Bruce broke the silence and gave instructions.
"Stand in front of the cara."
"In the first stage, we are not in a hurry, give so expressions and movents, according to your own ideas, there are no standards or constraints."
"I will slowly capture it through the lens."
"Just relax."
Anson was a little nervous.
Taking a deep breath, and another deep breath, Anson took a step towards the cara lens, but his body language was obviously a little stiff, and his fingertips were slightly cold.
In fact, every ti he appeared, took the stage, or was about to start sothing, nervousness was inevitable. Anson was a typical nervous person; but as long as things started and he was fully engaged, the nervousness would disappear. Not only was he not nervous, but he could also wholeheartedly feel the passion of being busy.
This was the case with the first shooting of "Friends" before.
But today was a little different, Anson's nervousness was genuine; moreover, he didn't think this kind of nervousness would disappear in a short ti.
After all, taking pictures was a completely different thing.
In his previous life, he was not good at taking pictures, whether it was selfies or group photos, whether it was in his own lens or soone else's, it felt very strange.
Standing in front of the cara, what expression should he have? What actions should he take? How should he face the cara?
For Anson, all this was like Goldbach's conjecture, he didn't know how to answer it, or even where to start.
So, what about acting?
Acting was not the sa thing.
Performances in different forms such as drama, sketches, singing, and speeches, although they were also in front of the cara, he had a role and so tasks. He only needed to focus on those tasks, and he could naturally enter the state. Everything beca simple, and there was no need to worry.
However, taking pictures required standing in front of the cara, posing, making expressions, and then freezing.
Once frozen, the movents and expressions beca unnaturally stiff.
Trying to smile didn't help either.
In other words, the nervous emotions could not be concentrated on the "thing", but instead paid more attention to their own expressions and movents, and the muscles beca more and more stiff.
Taking pictures was not difficult, but taking good pictures was more difficult than imagined. This was especially true for Anson.
Then.
Bruce noticed the abnormality--
The lens was both a spotlight and a magnifying glass, all emotions were exposed, there was no escape.
This was especially true for Bruce.
"Anson, you're a little nervous."
Bruce paused the shooting, stood up straight, and pointed out the key point sharply.
The shooting was interrupted, which ant that there was no need to make expressions and movents. Anson relaxed without realizing it, and thought about it seriously.
"No, I'm not nervous. I'm just... stiff."
Anson's response made Bruce stunned for a mont, and he subconsciously wanted to refute, but after thinking about it carefully, he found that Anson's words seed to be correct.
Tenth update.
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