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“Candid 35mm film still, Kodak Vision3 500T pushed one stop, visible grain and soft halation. 1:40 a.m. in a tiny standing soba shop built into the brick arches under the elevated train tracks in Yurakucho, Tokyo. A 58-year-old Japanese salaryman, stocky with a round face, grey stubble, thinning grey hair combed back and damp from rain, loosened dark-green tie, rumpled beige raincoat, reading glasses pushed up on his forehead, leans over a narrow steel counter holding a steaming bowl of soba close to his mouth with chopsticks, eyes half closed with exhaustion and relief. Behind the counter a young cook in a white cotton headband and indigo apron ladles broth, out of focus. Light: one bare tungsten bulb over the counter and cold fluorescent spill from the street, steam glowing in the bulb light, wet brick, a fogged glass door. Eye level from just across the counter, 40mm lens at f/2, focus on his face, background soft. Palette: tungsten amber, wet brick red, fluorescent cyan. Real skin with pores, oily shine and tired eye bags, no retouching. No readable signs or text.”

“Live concert photograph, 16mm wide lens, handheld from inside the crowd, 1/30 s with motion blur and red flare. A packed, sweaty basement punk show in Colonia Doctores, Mexico City: low concrete ceiling dripping with condensation, a single red gel light and one harsh white strobe. The singer, a stocky Mexican woman in her early thirties, bleached buzz cut with dark roots, septum ring, sleeveless black T-shirt soaked with sweat, a marigold tattoo on her forearm, screams into a microphone held in both hands, eyes squeezed shut, veins standing out on her neck. Behind her a guitarist in his fifties with a long grey ponytail and round glasses hammers a battered white guitar. Raised hands in the foreground out of focus, a crowd-surfer's sneaker at the top of the frame. Palette: blood red, black, strobe white, a single marigold orange. Heavy grain, haze, lens flare. No readable text or logos.”

“Documentary photograph, 85mm lens, from just behind a farmer's shoulder, sideways rain. A steep hillside in Snowdonia, Wales: wet rust-coloured bracken, dry-stone walls, low cloud rolling over slate ridges. A Welsh hill farmer, 68, ruddy weathered face, white stubble, rain dripping from his tweed flat cap, a torn waxed jacket, a hazel crook, whistles with two fingers in his mouth. Ahead in the grass a black-and-white border collie crouches low, eyes locked on a tight bunch of twenty wet Welsh Mountain sheep further up the slope. Palette: bracken rust, slate grey, wet green, off-white fleece. Real rain streaks, mud, wet fur. No readable text, no logos.”

“Architectural interior photograph, 24mm lens at chest height, late morning. A restored riad in the Marrakech medina seen through a tall carved cedar doorway: an open courtyard with green-and-white zellige tiles, a tiled fountain in the centre, a small orange tree with fruit, carved stucco arches, terracotta pots, a sharp shaft of sunlight falling from the open roof onto the water. Beside the fountain a housekeeper, 55, Amazigh, in an indigo kaftan and headscarf, henna on her hands, scatters pink rose petals onto the water. Palette: zellige green and white, terracotta, orange-tree green, rose pink. Dust in the light shaft, worn tiles, ripples. No readable text, no logos.”

“Food documentary photograph, 35mm lens from the counter side. The wood-fired dome oven of a century-old pizzeria in the Quartieri Spagnoli, Naples, its mouth glowing with fire, blue-and-yellow majolica tiles around it, flour hanging in the air. A Neapolitan pizzaiolo, 70, broad and heavy with huge hairy forearms, a white cotton cap and T-shirt dusted with flour, a small gold horn charm on a chain, slides a long wooden peel with a fresh margherita toward the flames, his face lit orange, squinting at the heat. Palette: fire orange, flour white, tomato red, majolica blue. Sweat, flour on skin, a charred peel. No readable text, no logos.”

“A frame from a handmade stop-motion animated film: felt, wood and wire puppets on a miniature set, visible fingerprints in the felt, tiny imperfect stitching, the shallow depth of field of a macro lens. A cramped tailor's shop in Old Havana built in miniature: faded teal walls, bolts of fabric on shelves, an old black sewing machine, a ceiling fan, warm light from a tiny lamp, a window with a blurred vintage car outside. An old Cuban tailor puppet with a felt face, a white wire-wool moustache, half-moon glasses on a chain, rolled shirt sleeves and a yellow tape measure around his neck holds up a red jacket and inspects a seam. Palette: teal, ochre felt, fabric red, warm lamp light. No readable text, no logos.”