the title of a collection of poems by Charles Bukowski. if you've read any of it, you'll probably immediately understand what human elements i'm trying to convey here. i'm interested in any thoughts on composition, tech, mood creation, etc... .
never read the collection. but here's what comes to mind, and i'm free associating here so if i make no sense, just ignore me and scroll down to the next comment- you'll be sure to get alot for this one: i gotta believe you clipped the chin on purpose... hmmm.... a girl is on his mind. poor guy- can't have her for some reason? is she out of reach? emotionally he's lost at sea; he broods... very power image. composition outstanding. placement of the glasses draws the viewer's eye right to the subject's eye; it's almost like looking into his mood through his glasses. again, i'm assuming you wanted the harsh shadows, for they add to the overall mood and i like them because of it. did you use an umbrella with a silver lining? so, you gonna provide a link to the collection, or at least share some of your favorite lines with us? if not, you're gonna force me to go look the guy up, 'cause now i'm curious....
I am enjoying the fact that the woman's eyes are out of the image...makes it so much more abstract. There she is, but not really; it is a suggestion of her. Uh-huh. :cheers: <clink> ! Well done.
i'll reply to previous comments, but first i will share some of his work. alone with everybody the flesh covers the bone and they put a mind in there and sometimes a soul, and the women break vases against the walls and the men drink too much and nobody finds the one but they keep looking crawling in and out of beds. flesh covers the bone and the flesh searches for more than flesh. . there's no chance at all: we are all trapped by a singular fate. . nobody ever finds the one. . the city dump fills the junkyard fills the madhouses fill the hospitals fill the graveyards fill nothing else fills ** note: the periods (.) between are mine..to accurately space his work as hitting 'return' will not allow that on this forum)
trapped don't undress my love you might find a mannequin; don't undress the mannequin you might find my love . she's long ago forgotten me. . she's trying on a new hat and looks more the coquette than ever. . she is a child and a mannequin and death. . i can't hate that. . she didn't do anything unusual. . i only wanted her to.
thanks, Terri. *clink* baby, *clink*. . Osmer, you basically picked up on exactly what i wanted to convey.... dead on. same reason i clipped her eyes and left his... he 'has' her, but he's not quite sure what 'having' is. is she out of reach? he is indeed lost. you are quite perceptive, which requires a bit of introspection. i admire that. i'll be happy to give the entire set up, but here is what it basically is: main light diffused 45 degrees from camera axis. fill light 2/3 stop less than main reflected off of a gold reflector. the shadows are definitely there, but i don't think they are 'harsh'. that's why i used a gold reflection; it softens them up quite a bit. thanks for the comments. i realize that this is a photog forum, but most of you know how/why i shoot......the soul...and Bukowski is elemental.
