hello stranger. this is unreality check - where beauty takes many forms and shapes. where glowing faces are not allowed. where pores do not need to undergo deep purification. where reality no longer fears fake news of digital sharpening. where we ask ourselves: what the hell are we allowed to see?
unreality check ltd screenworks unit 111 22 highbury grove london n5 2ef
11 random things I've retouched
Food crumbles on or around lips.
Pointy elbows. You never realise their extreme pointiness until you try to make them look more friendly.
Passersby. Especially when you have no replacement for the background behind them so you just make it up, loosely based on what you see around. Good fun.
Passerby pigeons. LOTS! Maybe they stick around for the aforementioned crumbles? I don’t even like deleting them because they’re cool.
Rubbish. Sparse things or cigarette butts. How about you find a bin instead?
Bins. Ok, you found it. Never mind. DELETE IT. Nobody wants nor rubbish or bins in their pictures. Life is great in Photoshop.
Micro-pressure areas on feet. Some shoes are just OUCH.
Heels colour. It’s a mix of jaundice yellow and dead antique pink. You can’t unsee it. You must do something about it.
Dust on chocolate. I know you probably never noticed, but chocolate in real life looks like an ancient book in a Hollywood adventure movie just before some guy blows on its cover and opens it to find out about a super old dangerous secret.
A half-closed mouth into a closed one. And then I went back and forth between before and after and the person looked like a ventriloquist puppet and I said to myself: Oh, I love my job.
Penises. They were part of a painting hung behind a model. Nobody in the crew was keen on them after the shooting, apparently. You know, Art is not for everybody.