Rebirth of top photographers

Chapter 159 Light, Shadow and Beauty (Colorful)
The communication between Chen Pingsheng and Zhang Jia about the shooting lasted for two hours.

Zhang Jia is easy to talk to and doesn't have any airs. Maybe it's because the time for her comeback is still short, so the constraints of her agent are not very great.

She mainly wanted to take a set of photos with a more everyday style, and did not want gorgeous makeup or exaggerated clothing.

This was in line with Chen Pingsheng's thoughts. He explained his creativity and gained her approval immediately.

So we went straight to filming the next day.

In front of you is a somewhat dilapidated old community. There is a well-hidden photography studio here. Simply put, it is a place where girls can take photos.

Of course, there are also photography and makeup services here. The owner himself is a photographer and makeup artist.

Normally, if you work in the store for half a day, you can earn seven or eight hundred, and then you can close the store and play mahjong.This is the daily life of shopkeepers and the daily life of Sichuan people.

The reason why I came here is because this store is opened by Zhang Jia's relatives. She has already talked in advance and will use it temporarily for one day.

So no one will be here today to disturb the shoot.

Chen Pingsheng arrived at the filming location first, stood at the gate and knocked on the door. After finding no one there, he stood on the steps of the second floor and checked his mobile phone.

The film industry has released a new issue of works, and as he expected, everyone's enthusiasm is very high and the comments are also very positive.

But before he could take a closer look, he heard the stamping of high heels.

"Tread, step, step."

Chen Pingsheng raised his head and looked at the person who came, and found a woman wearing sunglasses, a black sweater, a blue coat, and blue boots.

The woman looked at Chen Pingsheng on the steps, took off her glasses, and said with a smile, "Have you been waiting for a long time?"

There was a lazy tone in her voice that sounded a little intoxicating.

It was Zhang Jia.

"No, I just arrived not long ago." Chen Pingsheng responded, and then saw the huge suitcase in her hand.

"Let me get it for you." He took the suitcase and watched Zhang Jia find the key from his pocket and open the door.

"Thank you." She thanked her, then opened the door and walked in first.

"Buzz." She turned on the light at the door.

Chen Pingsheng looked at the interior decoration. It was a very retro decoration, with a Hong Kong-style bar and walls covered with movie posters, which looked particularly charming under the dim light.

"I've seen all your works in the past two days." Zhang Jia led him to the dressing room and chatted: "When Qin Yi told me, I actually wanted to take pictures, especially when I saw that one After taking the photos, I thought it looked really good.”

"But I was delayed because I entered the group. I didn't expect you to win the award."

Her tone was a little regretful, as if she was regretting that she had not made up her mind immediately.

"It's not too late." Chen Pingsheng put his luggage in the dressing room and asked, "Sister Jiani, is there anyone else?"

Zhang Jia put down the suitcase with clean and quick movements, as if he had already mastered all the skills of life in marriage.

"No, the staff have gone on vacation for the past two days. After all, they will still be busy after all." She smiled and started to look for the things she needed.

Chen Pingsheng knelt down and helped her search for a while, and finally found the cosmetic bag among the piles of clothes.

"Okay, let me put on makeup first and then try on clothes later?" Zhang Jia asked.

"No problem, I'm just going to check out the scene." Chen Pingsheng nodded and agreed, planning to go and see what was going on in the house first.

After leaving the dressing room, he first came to the next door. It was still a retro scene, with black and white tiles on the floor, white walls, a square-head TV from the 90s, and an old-fashioned yellow refrigerator. There were radios and calendars next to them.

Coming here, Chen Pingsheng felt as if he had returned to his youth.

The old days of getting under the covers with only your head exposed and watching programs on TV with your grandma.

Often halfway through watching, he would hear snoring gradually starting, while the programs on the TV were still playing along with electronic noise.It wasn't until twelve o'clock in the evening, when the TV turned into a screen of snowflakes with no signal after playing an advertisement, that he would close his eyes and fall asleep.

I kept recalling those bizarre or terrifying plots in my mind, and felt my bladder gathering strength little by little.

In a daze, someone turned off the TV, completely plunging the house into the tranquility of night.

Only the occasional sound of wild cats in heat outside the window accompanied him to sleep.

Chen Pingsheng touches these objects that symbolize memories and feels inspiration fermenting and brewing in his mind.

After walking out of the house, he continued to look at other houses.

It's just that the remaining rooms are all Japanese or European and American style, and they are colorfully reflected by light tubes, which is not suitable for the theme of this shooting.

When he entered the last room, he could not find a second suitable place for shooting.

But turning his head, Chen Pingsheng suddenly discovered that the furnishings next to the sofa were very suitable for taking pictures.

The coffee machine, bookshelf, and printer stand silently and steadily on the table and wall. Together with the dark gray sofa, they look like an emotional mime, which is fascinating.

This was the second location he found suitable for filming.

After reading it, I returned to the dressing room, where Zhang Jia was applying eyeliner.

This is the first time that Chen Pingsheng has seen such a "simple" star, without any pomp and circumstance at all, just like the people he would meet on the roadside, full of a sense of reality.

"Sister Jiani, why don't you find a makeup artist?" He leaned against the chair and asked while watching her put on makeup.

Zhang Jia put down her eyeliner slightly and replied, "I don't think it's necessary. I'm not on a show, and I can do this makeup myself." "Well, I've already figured out the scene, and I can start shooting in a while."

"Okay, just finish this eyeliner."

Two minutes later, Zhang Jia got up and went to the dressing room to change clothes.

After a while, she came out wearing a gray dress: "How about this one?"

Chen Pingsheng felt amazing at first because her body proportions were perfectly set off by the clothes, which was very aesthetically pleasing to the eye.

But after pondering for a while, he shook his head: "I think this is not routine enough."

Chen Pingsheng turned around and looked at the clothes in the suitcase, and Zhang Jia also came over.

"Isn't it enough for daily life?" She knelt down and picked out a black sweater: "What about this one?"

"This is fine, and then try this." Chen Pingsheng chose a retro black suspender skirt and a red jacket.

"Okay." Zhang Jia stood up and went to change clothes again.

Chen Pingsheng touched his nose and felt as if he was playing some kind of real-person dress-up game.

Not to mention, watching celebrities constantly change their clothes in front of your eyes does give people an illusion of control.

This is the same as the director's control and power on the set.

There is a primitive sense of pleasure in life and death.

Men, from ancient times to the present, have been addicted to this feeling, leading to disputes and wars around power.

Zhang Jia quickly finished changing her clothes. Chen Pingsheng was very satisfied with both clothes, so he decided to take pictures of both.

After that, the two came to the first room. Looking at such a retro scene in front of them, Zhang Jia seemed to be lost in memories.

"This refrigerator really looks like the one I had at home when I was a child." She came to the chair in front of the refrigerator and sat down, stroking its appearance with her hands and wanting to open it.

It's just that after opening it, there are only empty and dark layers of grids, without any memory of the scene illuminated by warm lights.

Then she flipped through the calendar again, looking for memories from her childhood.

Taking advantage of this time, Chen Pingsheng set up the prepared lights. He used a light stick and two boards to let the light radiate from the surroundings into a slanting line of sunlight, as if coming through the cracks in the window.

Then he adjusted the angle. Zhang Jia turned around and found a warm yellow light extending from the wall next to him, and the end of it happened to shine on his face.

"It feels very reminiscent." Zhang Jia looked at Guang in surprise and couldn't help laughing.

"How is it?" Chen Pingsheng sat opposite her, wrapped in shadows, and could only see clearly the camera in his hand.

"It's great, I think it will look great when photographed." Zhang Jia said with a smile.

"Then let's get into shooting mode now." Chen Pingsheng handed over a transparent water glass filled with warm water: "At this moment, it is a sunny afternoon. You are sitting in the living room of your hometown, drinking water, looking to the side. There. What's there? Is it a busy back or a dusty ornament? You look at it with a thoughtful expression."

Along with his low words, a scene seemed to unfold before Zhang Jia's eyes.

At this moment, there was no photographer anywhere. He was obviously sitting in an old and sleepy home, and there was nothing here.

She poured herself a glass of water, then sat on a chair, thinking about the past.

There is sweetness, quarrels, self-blame, and shirk.

Faced with betrayal, she didn't know what to do, whether to face it actively or to escape passively.

Although she is strong, there are also moments when she is secretly sad.

So she was thinking, her eyes wandering to the dusty clutter that she hadn't seen since the move.

But at this moment, she suddenly felt that she was no different from the debris, just someone who was discarded and didn't care.

Maybe this is where you belong?

But she felt unwilling to do so, so she stared intently without any expression, and she didn't want others to see any expression, which would be interpreted as a different title.

Everything exists only in the mind.

And the babble when dreaming back at midnight.

Until "click".

"Crack?" Zhang Jia suddenly came to his senses, quickly raised his body and looked to the opposite side.

It's Chen Pingsheng.

"I'm filming." She suddenly realized that she actually felt like she was in a drama.

"The expression just now was very good." Chen Pingsheng praised, and then said: "Let's have another one from close range."

"Okay." Zhang Jia slowly sat back on the chair, suddenly laughed and said, "If you become a director, you will definitely become a very good director."

"Someone also said this to me." Chen Pingsheng raised the camera, and the gray textured material shined under the light: "But I think it is more important to me, just like life, it is nothing more than choices. The more important one.”

"You're right about the more important one." Zhang Jia agreed temporarily and took a sip of water.

Shooting continues.

(End of this chapter)