Ewan McGregor on the set of Trainspotting —1996
"The bowl was full of different types of chocolate. The set smelled really sweet — delicious, really, kind of like a confectionary. You could have licked the chocolate right off the bowl."
— Danny Boyle
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The Analog of Self
In the lens, I see myself multiplied,
A chorus of me’s, each one justified,
Through the click of a shutter, a moment confined,
Yet endless in layers, both real and designed.
With Photoshop’s brush, I blend and I blur,
Crafting each version with a flicker and stir,
Film captures raw, every flaw it reveals,
A truth in the grain that digital conceals.
Each portrait a question, each edit a quest,
For the place where I fit, where my soul finds its rest,
In shadows and highlights, my story unfolds,
A mosaic of selves, both the young and the old.
Like film in the darkroom, submerged and transformed,
I find who I am as my edges are warmed,
In negatives, positives, a spectrum of me,
Emerging from chemicals, finally set free.
Photoshop layers, like chapters in time,
Reveal every facet, each climb and decline,
In self-portraits, I see the world and my role,
A mirror reflecting the depth of my soul.
Through lenses and pixels, I start to perceive,
The place where I’m anchored, the truths I believe,
In the merging of mediums, my purpose, I find,
A composite of moments, uniquely defined.
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