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My Prized Possession

To most, this is just a piece of junk. Anyone looking through my utensil drawer would think I should have tossed it long ago.  Afterall, it's no longer functional. It just takes up space!  In my eyes it is beautiful. All of its imperfections are part of its story. Part of MY story. In 1984 I was moving into my very first apartment.  I was about to have my own kitchen.  I had nothing to put in it of course except for a set of dishes I purchased at a yard sale and some glasses Id collected from work lol. My mother took me to the store and bought me a set of pots & pans.  She also reached into her own utensil drawer and took out this very spatula.  It was one of her older ones.  Its handle already had several battle wounds from being against the side of a skillet a little too long as she used it to prepare meals for my dad and me. Over the years I have used it to prepare meals for my own family.  My children used it as they learned to cook.   I
Hey peeps, let's talk about promos, and what makes a good one!
Well, it really depends on what the product is.
For example, if you wanted to promo a town or forest.
You want to show as much of it as you can without it being obvious.

Perfect example by Anita. The figure is just a part of the scene. It doesn't dominate it.
It's clear that what we are selling here is the environment, not model.





What about this one?



It's a cool piece, but what am I selling here?
Am I selling the architecture, the ship behind her, or the girl up front?
WTF knows? I didn't utilize my camera properly!
The model should be off to the side, and my focal point should have been on that ship back there.

And this one!

 
There is entirely too much going on here.
Your eyes go all over the place when they SHOULD be focused on that model.
I know. 
We have lots of toys we want to play with
But when it comes to promos,
LESS IS MORE!
Here is a prime example of a model promo

 
The artist still got to play with all those toys, 
But the DOF is spot on and doesn't distract from the model

Rule of thumb, until you learn to use your camera
minimalism is your friend!




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