February 03, 2008

137: The Boxer And The Boxed

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One thing that the stubble I let accumulate on my face any given weekend has going for itself is that it can make me look awfully decrepit. Pieced together with bedhead and my frumpy faded green hoodie – the most comfortable item of clothing, ever – and I may not be much of a specimen. That was part of the inspiration behind this impromptu diptych. The remainder comes from Kerry's avid – and growing – fascination with the boxing-related workout she attends more and more each week (so much so that she invested in this pair of extremely cool Green Hill gloves). So this past weekend, when the winter afternoon light was screaming just so through our living-room window, we posed for each other in order for me to craft this slightly-Photoshopped scenario.

Both photos underwent some post-production, primarily with the burn tool to eliminate background information (not hard, considering the focused power of the sunlight). My own portrait features added treatment, in the form of missing teeth and a slight shiner ("gross", Kerry winced, when she saw the end product on screen). Though no physical harm was inflicted in the making of this diptych, I cannot stress enough how similar the end result would be after an actual tilt in the ring.

Better looks at the portraits can be had here, and here.

3 comments:

Ian said...

Ahh young love! So sweet, the newlyweds

devon said...

lol!!! NEVER grow up! (although i don't think you will) and that's a damn good thing. :)

Anonymous said...

they say spousal abuse is more and more commonly reported by men. Don't be ashamed! Deenie ps Kerry kicks butt