Rebirth of top photographers

Chapter 51 I Think You Are Wrong
Fu Changsheng stood on the stage and pointed out the situation.

"I know many students should have seen it in the exhibition, so I won't describe the details in detail." When he spoke, the students in the audience were whispering to each other.

"Have you seen it?" a female classmate asked her friend next to her.

"I think I've seen it, but I can't remember which one it is." Her friend thought about which one it was.

"I remember it was selected through website selection." reminded the classmate in the front row.

"That's right, that's right, it's the first in the website's selection. Isn't it because of fake votes?" A male classmate questioned.

"It's possible that I just wanted to show off, but I didn't expect to be criticized by Chairman Fu, haha." Some students expressed gloating.

"You deserve it." Some students said that the photographer deserves it.Then he turned around and asked, "Did you take the photo?"

"I have it here, I took it before!" A classmate raised his hand to indicate that he had it.

"Which one is which? Send it to the group!" Others immediately asked him to send it out quickly.

"Let's take a look in the quick group."

Suddenly the auditorium was filled with the sound of students eating melon, and the photo was posted to various groups. With constant forwarding, even the teachers in the front row saw the photo on their mobile phones.

The girl with a ponytail smiled slightly and glanced in a certain direction unconsciously.

In the distance, a girl with short hair could not help but clench her fists purple as she listened to the sounds around her.

"Don't look for this photo anymore. I think it's a good thing." Fu Changsheng waited for a while before speaking again, with a smile on his face: "Usually, many students work behind closed doors, and their horizons are also somewhat limited. Limitations. Now this opportunity is just right. What I say next must be kept in mind."

"First of all, from the composition of the picture, this photo is ordinary. It has a very regular parallel composition, but for a landscape photo, if you want to express the magnificence and beauty of the mountain peaks, this is completely insufficient. My My suggestion is to take high-angle and wide-angle shots to highlight the scenery of this mountain peak.”

"Then, I may not remember clearly. It seems that this little classmate didn't notice a lot of garbage on the mountain peak when taking the photo, right?" Fu Changsheng looked like he couldn't remember clearly.

The students below zoomed in like crazy and found traces of artificial garbage.

"That's right, President Fu!" Someone shouted immediately.

"Then I remember correctly." Fu Changsheng laughed: "Students must remember that in any shooting, you must find the target. If you want to shoot scenery or mountain peaks, you must find a mountain peak without artificial traces. , Only in this way can the magnificence of nature be highlighted. But if you want to express man-made garbage and express a kind of accusation, then you don’t want to shoot so big and full. You should focus on shooting close-ups or even close-ups.”

“That way the viewer can realize what you’re saying and understand them.”

"President Fu is right."

"Yes."

The students in the audience nodded in agreement. Only a few students felt that the photo looked interesting and did not quite agree with President Fu's statement.

But compared to most students, this voice is too small.

"Do you know who took this photo?" Some students have already found the photographer and started spreading the news.

"Who is it?" Other students were also curious.

"It's Huang Liao from Class [-]. I heard that there was no progress when the exhibition selection was first started. Later, I relied on the website to get in."

"Ah!" Several female classmates looked at each other in surprise.

"I know her, and I think she's quite quiet." They quickly started gossiping mode, discussing their impressions of this girl.

"Me too. I didn't expect that she would also buy fake tickets to cheat."

"I heard someone say that she seems to have rejected Zeng Rou's work." Unexpectedly, while chatting, they discovered more news.

Soon, someone took this news to ask Zeng Rou herself, that is, the arrogant girl with a ponytail. "Zeng Rou, was your third piece of work rejected by her?" a classmate asked her from a few people away.

Zeng Rou smiled: "It seems so, I don't remember. Anyway, I have two of them in the exhibition, and I didn't pay attention to the third one."

"Yeah, look at how good-tempered Zeng Rou is. How could Huang Liao's work be so bad? It must have cost money."

They were discussing and constantly attacking Huang Liao's works.

"After the symposium is over, we will go to the person in charge of the society and make sure he removes this photo from the exhibition!" Zeng Rou's friends defended her.

"Yeah, we'll go in a minute." Other students agreed.

"No, this is not good. President Fu also said that this is just an example, not necessarily the worst." Zeng Rou dissuaded.

"I said this to save her face. Look at her, she still has the nerve to sit in her seat." Zeng Rou's friend sarcastically said.

Everyone followed her gaze and saw Huang Liao, the photographer of the photo.

She was lowering her head at this time, silently listening to President Fu's comments.

In this short time, Chairman Fu has already launched an all-round attack from the aspects of composition, tone, shooting timing, picture style, expressive intention, etc. Although he said not to take it to heart, it was just an ordinary comment, but after a while After these remarks, this photo has been relegated to dust.

Even Huang Polygonum has begun to be roasted on the fire.

Even the classmates around her began to look at her strangely.

Only her friends who usually played well were still comforting her and advised her to just leave.

But Huang Liao didn't listen. She just silently endured all the mocking glances and Chairman Fu's tirade that seemed to be final.

At this time on the stage, President Fu also came to the end of his speech.

"I think this classmate should look at more photos of the landscape style. Many people say that our landscape style is just a simple P-picture. It is totally wrong. Each of our photos is composed of dozens or even dozens of pictures. Photo collage is a photography technique unique to China. It is highly praised internationally and has won many heavyweight awards. Just like this photo, it is actually very simple to improve. Just adjust its color. Change it to an ink style, use a black and white filter, and then add some clouds, and the artistic conception will emerge immediately."

"Then we'll see..."

"Have you seen a landscape photo that has been transformed beyond recognition after being photoshopped?" While Fu Changsheng was still immersed in his speech, a voice from behind suddenly interrupted him.

He turned to look at the row of invited photographers in annoyance, and the sound of the microphone came from among them.

At this moment, the long-haired guy also looked at the colleague next to him who got up in surprise.

Although he also felt that Chairman Fu's comments were biased, he still didn't have the guts to confront him head-on.

I didn't expect this handsome guy to have such courage and dare to contradict a vice president of the Photography Association on the spot.

Fu Changsheng stared at the young man who slowly walked out from the photographer's seat with a microphone, and asked in a bad tone: "Who are you?"

Chen Pingsheng smiled and said: "My name is Chen Pingsheng, and I am a photographer invited by China Film Studio."

"Are you standing up to express your opinion?" Fu Changsheng snorted coldly, looked at the leader of the society in the audience, and expressed his dissatisfaction.

"I have some opinions. The first thing I want to correct is your statement about this photo."

"Explanation? What explanation?" Fu Changsheng frowned.

"I think you are wrong. Not only is this picture not the worst, it is actually the best in the entire exhibition."

Chen Pingsheng walked to the stage and spoke loudly.

(End of this chapter)