A never ending glass
Well here’s my first attempt at those “pouring” cinemagraphs in which what ever’s being poured simply never ends. I was actually surprised as to how quick’n’easy it is to put together something like this. It also opens doors to endless possibilities. This one took me no more than 5 minutes to make.
Wauw! Another shout out goes to Cinemagra.ph for including my escalator cinemagraph on their blog.
Goodnight
She blows out her candles before going to bed. But they just seem to go on forever.
Espresso Italiano
I am literally about to make myself a nice double shot of espresso to start off my day. I thought it would be nice to create a nice reminder to stare at every time I feel sleepy at work. Let’s just hope you can actually see the animation this time. I don’t know why it doesn’t show for some people. Does it work for you?
This is the city I live in. It fascinates me every single day. This is a GIF/Cinemagraph I put together today because the weather is amazing! The clouds gave a really cool effect. What do you think?
If you don’t see it animate, then please click on the image. I guess it works for some and not for others!
Hey look! It’s Jamie.
The beautiful young lady who brought back GIFs like never before! I have been following her work very closely with the hopes of learning how these beautiful cinemagraphs were made. And guess what? I am beginning to get a hang of it. As a thank you to Jamie for her inspiration. I decided my second cinemagraph should be of her! Hope she likes it! :)
I hate to break it to you, but it doesn’t look as if GIFs are disappearing anytime soon. Those ancient animated images — once limited to gaudy “under construction” signs and chain-mail fodder — are receiving a new lease on life as of late, thanks to a little something called cinemagraphs.
This is actually just a fancy name for an animated GIF, but specially designed with a purposeful artistic goal. Super model, Coco Rocha, describes the technique as “more than a photo, but not quite a video.” The intent is to augment, or draw attention to, certain aspects of an image through localized animation — for example, a breeze blowing through a subject’s hair — and masking the remainder of the animation to appear static. It’s by no means a new phenomena, but the technique is a little more involved than creating your average meme-worthy GIF, and can produce some incredibly cool results.
I’ve started creating still GIFS as you can see from my previous posts. But I’ve finally learned how to create a true cinemagraph which means that where the people in the image should be moving, they are frozen and a specific element in the image continues to move. Here is my first true cinemagraph:
I was bored at the office. So I thought I’d put this little thingy together of the logo on my polo shirt appearing/disappearing. GIFS are addicting. That is all.
Running into a pro-Mubarak protest near the television building in downtown Cairo. None of the people there were Egyptian.
I am a dynamic figure, often seen scaling walls and crushing ice. I have been known to remodel train stations on my lunch breaks, making them more efficient in the area of heat retention. I translate ethnic slurs for refugees, I write award-winning operas, I manage time efficiently. Occasionally, I tread water for three days in a row.
I woo women with my sensuous and godlike trombone playing, I can pilot bicycles up severe inclines with unflagging speed, and I cook Thirty-Minute cookies in twenty minutes. I am an expert in stucco, a veteran in love, and an outlaw in Peru.
Using only a hoe and a large glass of water, I once single-handedly defended a small village in the Amazon Basin from a horde of ferocious army ants. I play bluegrass cello, I am the subject of numerous documentaries. When I'm bored, I build large suspension bridges in my yard. I enjoy urban hang gliding. On Wednesdays, after work, I repair electrical appliances free of charge.
I am an abstract artist, a concrete analyst, and a ruthless bookie. Critics worldwide swoon over my original line of corduroy eveningwear. I do not perspire. I am a private citizen, yet I receive fan mail. I have been caller number nine and have won the weekend passes. Last summer I toured Albania with a travelling centrifugal-force demonstration. My deft floral arrangements have earned me fame in international botany circles. Children trust me.
I can hurl tennis rackets at small moving objects with deadly accuracy. I once read Paradise Lost, Moby Dick, and David Copperfield in one day and still had time to refurbish an entire dining room that evening. I know the exact location of every food item in the supermarket. I have performed several covert operations for the BBC. I sleep once a week; when I do sleep, I sleep in a chair. While on holiday in Australia, I successfully negotiated with a group of terrorists who had seized a small bakery. The laws of physics do not apply to me.
I balance, I weave, I dodge, I frolic, and my bills are all paid. On weekends, to let off steam, I participate in full-contact origami. Years ago I discovered the meaning of life but forgot to write it down. I have made extraordinary four course meals using only a mouli and a toaster oven. I have won bullfights in San Juan, cliff-diving competitions in Sri Lanka, and spelling bees at the Kremlin. I have played Hamlet, I have performed open-heart surgery, and I have spoken with Elvis.
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