Comments | like_this_one: First serious photo manip

machiavelli_imp in like_this_one

First serious photo manip

Nov 09, 2006 14:43

This was going to be a funny, if slightly disturbing young!Jean/Magneto manip.

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Comments 7

machiavelli_imp November 9 2006, 03:45:28 UTC

The text should be: quos dura amor crudeli tabe peredit, but no-one will notice. I'll fix it ASAP.

sheepfairy November 9 2006, 05:03:45 UTC

Eek! I can't actually see the pictures!

machiavelli_imp November 9 2006, 09:42:47 UTC

Oh dear. :( Here is the URL: http://www.geocities.com/whats_all_this_raucus/quos_dura_amor.jpg
If it still doesn't come out I'll e-mail it. (~400KB)

sheepfairy November 14 2006, 06:35:36 UTC

OOH, I like the use of greyscale!

machiavelli_imp November 16 2006, 03:48:18 UTC

Thanks! I used the spraypaint tool in Adobe Photostudio and put translucent (that is the correct term for between opaque and transparent, I hope) splotches of 3 tones of grey where I didn't have an image. For cheating, it worked out very well. The red is a pattern fill of Jean's hair, which is here.

imaginaryalice November 14 2006, 01:12:36 UTC

Your story made me giggle! :) BELIEVE me, I understand.

I want to see what "IanChest" looks like alone please.
And I'd like a translation 'cause I don't speak Latin (don't tell!) please.

And I hope you continue playing please!!

machiavelli_imp November 16 2006, 04:03:13 UTC

The Latin is from Virgil's (Publius Vergilius Maro) Aeneid Book 6, which I had to memorise, translate, memorise the translation and write drivel about it study for half my Latin course. My translation is "Those whom love has wasted with cruel decay" but the Dryden (worshipped) trans. is "The souls whom that unhappy flame invades." "Those" refers to the Lugentes Campi in the Underworld, where the souls of those who dies for love reside. There Aeneas meets Dido's ghost and begs for forgiveness for deserting her and following his destiny instead of his wishes, whereupon she runs off to her first husband and sulks expresses the most profound silence in Classical literature.