For the first time while watching, I became interested - how is this done? This blurring of the highlights is very, very appropriate here.
Even luckier is someone who is a magic art-maker, regardless of the lens!I like this effect a lot. It may be a combination of the cinema film and the less-than-perfect lens. I would treasure that lens if it's responsible. Anyone can buy an optically perfect lens these days but it's a lucky man who owns a magic art-maker.
I'm 54 and a little sick) and envy your years) - my dad would be that old now.As for your next question, I am not sure what will become in the long term of the pictures I have taken over my 76 years. They are not worth much to anyone but me and people I know. I think I may soon put some of the ones I like best and those that tell a story about me and my wife on thumb drives and send them to my relatives, since the photos and slide scans will not likely survive longer than the hard drives they are stored on. There is some family historical value there. The best result for me now is that I can look back at them and it helps to put my life in perspective.
I'm 54 and a little sick) and envy your years) - my dad would be that old now.
But I'm glad I caught the last wagon of classic photography.
And I'm also glad to have gotten to know many fine images (and people photographers)) on this site.
Yes, of course, the whole array of data, photos, scans and such will disappear into the turbulent waters of time.
What I meant was that always when shooting I planned on the wall, not in a monitor, not on my phone, not in a magazine. A brick wall is my ideal).
Let it be at home or with friends, not in a gallery or museum, but on the wall - and this is a different approach and attitude, I think.
I achieved a similar effect in the last century when printing photographs through a light diffuser - a green translucent nylon scarf - I spent a long time choosing diffusers - different materials, different colors - different number of layers - nylon, chiffon, glass with Vaseline).
100%The world is inundated with photographs today. I'm not sure what happens with all these photos. Mine are less than a mist flowing through with the river. If they touch someone, that's enough for me. Placing a memory in someone else's mind is as much as I can ever hope for.