Rebirth of top photographers

Chapter 160 This photo is so beautiful (colorful)

The water glass was placed not far from Zhang Jia's eyes. Her eyes looked at the water glass, seemingly blank, and then looked directly at the camera.

A ray of warm yellow, like the light from the most intense sun in the evening, illuminated her eyes. She looked at the camera opposite, surrounded by countless air dust, and felt an unprecedented sense of relaxation.

It was like lying on the table during lunch break at school when I was a child, staring at the sleeping person not far away.

"Click." The crisp sound of the shutter woke her up.

Zhang Jia felt as if he was being brought into familiar spaces by Chen Pingsheng, experiencing things that had happened before and feeling the emotions he had had before.

"Come, lean on the wall." Chen Pingsheng guided her to the wall: "I need you to lean on the wall in the most comfortable position, and then look at the camera without showing any expression."

Zhang Jia nodded, flipped up his hair, leaned his shoulders against the wall, and looked back at the camera.This time the light was still dim, but it was no longer in strips like before, but formed a plane, dividing Zhang Jia's eyes into two spaces.

"Yes, very good." Chen Pingsheng quickly raised the camera and pressed the shutter.

"What's next?" Zhang Jia paused and continued: "How about I lie on the ground? I usually like to sit on the floor when I have nothing to do."

"Okay." Chen Pingsheng agreed readily, but when she was about to make a move, she suddenly thought of something and said, "Let's change some clothes. Wear a set of black suspenders and a red jacket, so that it can be distinguished from the color of the floor. one time."

"No problem." Zhang Jia turned around and went to the dressing room to change clothes.

Chen Pingsheng looked at the props around him and felt that the row of glass bases hanging on the wall could be used.

So he began to change the lights so that the light would form a window-sized spot on the wall from top to bottom.

"How's it going?" Zhang Jia walked into the room after changing clothes and found Chen Pingsheng holding a camera and looking around through the lens.

"Very good." He didn't put down the camera, just holding it up to face Zhang Jia.The shadow shrouded his body and blended with the dark clothes, making it difficult to see who was talking in front of him. Is it Chen Pingsheng?Or the camera itself?

"Sit here." Chen Pingsheng pointed to the position next to the wall.

"I heard that artists all have some quirks." Zhang Jia said with a smile as he sat down.

"Really? Sister Jiani, do you think I have it too?" Chen Pingsheng asked.

"Yes." Zhang Jia gestured to the camera in front of him with his eyes, and Chen Pingsheng couldn't help but smile: "I put it on my face because it will not disturb you as much as possible. The atmosphere is very quiet now. I hope You show the attitude of living alone.”

"I see, then what should I do next?" Zhang Jia picked up the water glass in front of him, holding it with both hands, resting his arms on the table and looking at the camera.

"Click!" But before Chen Pingsheng could say anything, the camera could no longer hold down its shutter.

"That's enough." Chen Pingsheng put down the camera, sat across the table, pulled out the photo just now, and handed it to Zhang Jia.

"It's so beautiful." She looked at herself in the photo, her eyes were like a deer's. She didn't seem to have any distracting thoughts. She looked straight at the camera, as if she wanted to penetrate this thin layer of glass and look at the person in front of the camera. .

"You are completely different from other photographers." Zhang Jia handed the camera back to Chen Pingsheng.

"What do you mean?" Chen Pingsheng raised his eyebrows.

"The photographers I have met seem to be worried that the photos are not good enough. They have to capture several photos every time. They are obviously similar, but they still ask you to choose. But the photos you took, I think they are the best in my imagination. It may not be possible to make it in time, so there is no need to choose at all." Zhang Jia explained, with a little glimmer of light in his eyes, which was a sign of light reflecting in his pupils.

"Maybe it's because I captured the photos more accurately." This is something Chen Pingsheng himself has to admit.

He is no longer the person who needs to take several shots in succession to capture the right picture.

For normal photographers, taking several pictures in a row is a very necessary operation, because on the one hand, it can give customers a little room for choice, and on the other hand, it can also capture different micro-expressions and movements, because many people have a negative impression of themselves. The action is unconscious.

This situation is very common in shooting. For example, if you shoot someone who has never experienced the camera, even if you ask him to stand up straight, he may be accompanied by various subtle movements, or hunchback or crooked legs, resulting in an unsightly look.

Ordinary people have no control over their own movements. They don't know how to control their bodies. This is exactly the meaning of models.

If he were to photograph such a person, Chen Pingsheng wouldn't be able to get a single picture.But Zhang Jia in front of him has experienced the camera, so he is not worried about this.

After chatting, we continued shooting.

Zhang Jia lay on the floor, letting her red coat slide off, revealing her delicate collarbone.

The black velvet sling reveals an arc along with the curve of the body. It is still a warm yellow light, but this time Chen Pingsheng created the feeling of the door being opened through a gap.

He stood on a chair and shot from above.

"You don't need to go to the optical shop, just think about what's on your mind." Chen Pingsheng gave guidance.

Zhang Jia didn't speak, just looked back and looked at the ceiling.

There is only an old-fashioned fan on the ceiling, just like the one in school when I was a child. Every time it turns, it makes a creaking sound, making people afraid that it will suddenly fall down and cut someone's hair.

"Crack."

Chen Pingsheng once again captured the picture he wanted.

This is a kind of confusing beauty, and he likes this.

At the same time, I have to say that photographing beautiful women is indeed more relaxing and enjoyable than other subjects, because apart from the beauty in the picture, there is no need to think about anything else.

After the filming, he helped Zhang Jia stand up.Zhang Jia asked: "How to take the next photo?"

"Let's go see other scenes." Chen Pingsheng took her out of the room, walked around, and came to the living room.

"Just stay here, but I need you to change into white. I saw a white gauze skirt and a white sweater in the suitcase." He felt that white would match better with the brown-red brick wall in the living room.

"Okay." Zhang Jia went to change clothes without saying a word.

Chen Pingsheng continued to set up the lights.

Ten minutes later, Zhang Jia, who had changed her clothes, sat at the table, clasping her chin with one hand and looking diagonally ahead of her in boredom.Behind him is a brown-red brick wall. You can vaguely see a sofa and a copy machine. There are a few books on the table, and you can also vaguely see a coffee machine.

Warm light shines into the living room through the window grille, forming several black slashes on the wall. Her face is also shrouded in light, but the left side of her face is hidden in the darkness because of the high bridge of her nose, leaving cast a heavy shadow.

Chen Pingsheng looked at Zhang Jia in the camera. The white dress was particularly dazzling because the golden halo always surrounded her.

"Crack!"

"This light is really beautiful." Zhang Jia was full of praise for this one.

She liked being surrounded by light, which suddenly made her feel protected.

Although the lights were just false props in the studio, judging from the photos, she seemed to have felt the real warmth and warmth of being bathed in the sun.

Then the two went to the second floor. The terrain here was higher than other places, so the buildings in the distance could be seen outside the second-floor window.

As for the entire second floor, Chen Pingsheng only focused on one place.

Zhang Jia held the wall with her hands and climbed up to the window. There was a space for one person to sit inside. She sat by the window and looked at the scenery outside, feeling the sense of security brought by the small space.

"Sister Jiani, I need you to push your feet on the opposite side, and then look out the window with your side face." Chen Pingsheng guided her movements.

Zhang Jia straightened her feet in white socks and pressed them against the opposite wall so that her knees were perpendicular to her hips. Then she tightened her knitted sweater and looked out the window.

"Very good, give me some more of your face." Chen Pingsheng could only kneel on the table with one leg in order to take the photo.

Zhang Jia turned his head when he heard this and showed his profile.

"Crack!"

"Okay, Sister Jiani, you can come down now." Chen Pingsheng helped Zhang Jia down.

"What's next?" Zhang Jia patted the dust on her skirt and felt that today's shooting went very smoothly.

"There is nothing to shoot here. Sister Jiani, would you like to go out and shoot?" Unexpectedly, Chen Pingsheng suddenly made a suggestion.

"Going out to shoot?" Zhang Jia was a little worried that he would be recognized.

But then I thought about it and thought it wouldn't hurt to recognize her. She was just a has-been female star.

Maybe everyone no longer remembers her.

And she was also curious about the effect of shooting outside.

"Okay, let's go out and take pictures, but what's the best thing for me to wear?"

The two people came to the dressing room and began to choose clothes for the trip.

Chen Pingsheng took a look and chose a black plush jacket: "I think this is very everyday and suitable for wearing outside."

"Then I'll match this with it." Zhang Jia squatted on the ground and looked up at Chen Pingsheng. She was holding a white low-necked sweater in her hand.

"Okay." The black and white combination is an eternal classic style, and it also fits the tone of the entire set of photos.

While Zhang Jia was changing clothes, Chen Pingsheng turned on his phone and replied to the message.

It's Duan Yifeng's news, saying that the promotion of the "Crow" film festival has entered the final stage, and the pre-sale tickets have now exceeded 1 people.

Although the reservation data is good, it is still worse than the initial expectations.

But it doesn't matter, Chen Pingsheng is in trouble.

"Use: Medium-scale publicity opportunity*1, small-scale publicity opportunity*1"

The props are for this moment.

If the scope of large-scale publicity was not too large and a bit wasteful, Chen Pingsheng would still want to continue using it.

But enough is enough for now, and the effects of publicity will soon be reflected in the data.

"I've changed." Zhang Jia walked out of the dressing room at the right time.

"It looks good, let's go!" Chen Pingsheng picked up the camera and walked out of the door with her.

(End of this chapter)