God's Palette

Without any hesitation in their steps, the two pushed the door open and entered the waiting hall where the employees were all getting ready to get off work.If it is normal, there will be projects at night, but they will enter the closing period to cope with the upcoming air traffic control.In this deserted atmosphere, Xia Xun's stepping in is very eye-catching.

Especially Isidro, he finally met the photographer he had been waiting for for a long time.

He thought the two girls had crashed the plane, and it took so long to show up.

"If you devote a lot of time to creation, the results will be gratifying." Isidro stood up from the chair, supported a solid crutch, and kept his eyes on Xia Xun's camera bag, "Hope Your time-consuming photography has brought me some good photos."

"I thought you, old man, were just joking..." Xia Xun looked helpless.

"I'm serious, I don't intend to leave until I get the photo. Wait, did you not take it?"

But the helplessness on the girl's face quickly disappeared, and turned into a very confident smile, because she was about to show her work.She shook her phone, even if it was just a casual comment from a passer-by, she didn't intend to disappoint the customer.

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(Normal people have strange schedules, which makes me feel that every day is much shorter, and the time seems to be taken away by some kind of force...)

Chapter 242: It's Mostly Cold

Every photographer who has been immersed in the industry for a long time and relies on SLR cameras for a living—or a hobbyist, will be more or less dissatisfied with mobile phone photography.

Even the most powerful mobile phone now has the same imaging level as the digital card machine ten years ago, but even so, those merchants shamelessly took out the SLR camera as a target and a stepping stone for themselves, which angered many old people. photographer.

What they felt was a feeling of being defiled——

I rely on the use of DSLRs and take good photos to get a lot of superiority, but it is tainted by the mobile phones that others have at their fingertips?Sony's imaging department must have had this mentality, more or less, too.So they said "worried about affecting the sales of the camera", and they were unwilling to share the best technologies with the mobile phone department.

As a Hasselblad optical consultant who has a sense of superiority and has been working for decades, Isidro is of course very unhappy.

Although I forcibly pestered the other party to give the commission, this little girl took a photo with her mobile phone to perfuse herself even though she had a pretty good camera... This nature is really too bad, it is even more insulting than taking garbage photos to yourself people.

"...Mobile phone?" He asked in a bad tone.

"Can't the phone work?" Xia Xun was stunned.

"You obviously have a camera with you."

There was a trace of contempt in his accusation.Since Xia Xun is also a photographer with a camera, why did he defect to the mobile phone camp and abandon his sense of honor?Ysidro secretly decided in his heart that even if his old life was about to end, he couldn't give that lens to this person.

Xia Xun also looked unhappy.

"The photos I take with the camera are all for work, why should I give them to you? Will you give me money to buy them?"

"Humph!"

Facing this old sorcerer with pouting mouth, curled eyebrows, and dissatisfaction written all over his face, Xia Xun felt a real headache.But she still adhered to her professional ethics and did not turn around and leave. Instead, she showed him the screen of the mobile phone symbolically.

After all, the other party probably couldn't understand the thoughts I put into it.

The old man glanced at the screen: "...It really is a bad and clumsy photo—huh?" He hesitated, his fingers slowly fumbled for the monocle from his suit pocket, and then took a few steps forward to shatter it.Through the changing focus of the lens, he could clearly see the picture on the screen.

It was an ordinary, ordinary, travel photo.

Inside the helicopter, in the air, and outside the window are beaches made of black sand and the sea with distorted colors.The glass windows reflect what's going on in the cockpit—especially the laid-back pilot.

But it will make people look at it unconsciously.

It is true that there are some arts in this world that moan without disease and are interpreted forcibly-but some arts can only be interpreted by those who know how to understand and discover the mysteries in them.Isidro, who has seen countless photos in his life, is indeed an expert, and he understood why it is attractive almost instantly.

"The sense of substitution of the angle of view is very sufficient... The poor imaging quality of the mobile phone, on the contrary, endows it with a sense of realism in commemorative photos... It really meets my requirements..."

"Ok?"

Xia Xun's eyelids, which were originally lacking in interest, immediately lifted up playfully when he heard this sentence, and a gleam of joy flashed in his eyes.That is not only the joy of being praised, but also the surprise of being praised by a knowledgeable person.

But the sparkle in her eyes only lasted for a moment, because she knew another thing - the more knowledgeable people are, the more they will use criticism to show their knowledge... So, the next... I guess it won't be a good word.

"But..." Ysidro hesitated.

Hearing the old mage spit out this word, Xia Xun raised his vigilance and was ready to spat with others.

"Did you make good use of the phone's poor imaging..."

"What?"

"Look—" His eyes are only the pixels on the screen, nothing else, "The details of these people and the scenery, if you zoom in..." He used his old fingers to expand the picture on the screen, allowing it to show more detail, but mobile photography is one of those things that magnify and look horrible.

Xia Xun was startled, is this going to find fault?

"Once you zoom in on the details, the color spots made of these invalid pixels, as well as the glare and purple fringing, look like color blocks, which will be blurred and ugly. Mobile phones are really hateful things, just to make photos in It's nice and deceitful on a small screen, but you took advantage of that..."

He seemed to have deciphered something very gratifying, and even had a kind smile on his old face, which made Xia Xun a little flustered.

"These blurred blocks of color become impressionistic brushes in your hands... The realistic scene inside the helicopter cabin is so realistic, but what about going down through the glass? The people on the beach, the sand, and the sea! These are all Impressionist techniques! They are so blurry, but they outline the real scene, ethereal and beautiful... This is the commonality of photography and painting, so wonderful!"

Xia Xun was stunned when he heard this, why is this boasting again?

"No... your intention is deeper... to turn the clumsiness of mobile phone photography into an advantage, which... this instead forms a kind of irony. It is an irony of mobile phone photography! You are indeed a photographer, impeccable...interesting good photo!"

Stared at by his protruding old eyes for a long time, Xia Xun didn't wait to criticize.

It seems... these compliments are all there is.

Even Mian Yu, who was on the side, had no choice but to look at Xia Xun in surprise after hearing what Ysidro said, and then put his arms around his chest, thinking about all kinds of things here.Unexpectedly, Xia Xun spent so much thought on taking a photo, she really deserves it.

But the person involved was a little flustered—it is true that she had put a lot of thought into it, but...