Quotes About Transparencies

Snapshots were handed round. The menace of coloured transparencies was in the offing. All the enthusiasts wanted to show their own pictures, but to get out of being forced to see other people's.

Before digital, I spent thirty years shooting color transparencies, which are very unforgiving of exposure. A half stop can make or break a good photo on slide film.

She certainly carried that arrogance with her at dinner, and again when she dropped off the transparencies. He was surprised to hear that she'd crumbled so publicly, but then again, those kinds of people were often more fragile than they seemed. Harder, but more brittle.

But I began then to think of time as having a shape, something you could see, like a series of liquid transparencies, one laid on top of another. You don't look back along time but down through it, like water. Sometimes this comes to the surface, sometimes that, sometimes nothing, Nothing goes away.

I loathe when architects only analyze architecture in intellectual, nonvisual ways. I really love direct response, and that's very pop. I don't want to discuss abstract transparencies with a bunch of kooks.

I'm just a storyteller, and the cinema happens to be my medium. I like it because it recreates life in movement, enlarges it, enhances it, distills it. For me, it's far closer to the miraculous creation of life than, say, a painting or music or even literature. It's not just an art form; it's actually a new form of life, with its own rhythms, cadences, perspectives and transparencies. It's my way of telling a story.

If you only knew how the veils were killing my days. To you they are only transparencies, clear air.

Los Angeles. . . . It was some sort of organic ruin, an accident of architecture and brutal necessity. The iridescence was somehow almost legible, suggesting a calligraphy of exposed bone, transparencies, experimental skin grafts. The blood of Los Angeles was a red neon wash, a kind of sea of autistic traffic lights.

La jungla evaporaba todo lo azul, que se escurría como niebla por los volcanes del cielo. El gran anillo negro del horizonte empezaba a dorarse poco a poco, aparecían unas transparencias prematuras, otras que se demoraban arrastrando visiones, otras más, como lupas rosa. Los niños, los únicos que madrugaban tanto como él, ya se estaban zambullendo en las cascadas. Al fin se producía el amanecer, como una red para atrapar monos.

My memories of them had rubbed thin with overuse, worn to frail color transparencies flickering on the walls of my mind

The word 'pure' has never revealed an intelligent meaning to me. I can only use the word to quench and optical thirst for purity in the transparencies that evoke it - in bubbles, in a volume of water, and in the imaginary latitudes entrenched, beyond reach, at the very center of a dense crystal.

The word "pure" has never revealed an intelligible meaning to me. I can only use the word to quench an optical thirst for purity in the transparencies that evoke it – in bubbles, in a volume of water, and in the imaginary latitudes entrenched, beyond reach, at the very center of a dense crystal.