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哪怕是在Rankin伦敦东区的个人工作室,你也不可能立即认出他来。你的目光会迷失在沙滩上成群裸体的加利福尼亚人之中——为了给营造出海滩的拍摄效果,他们把一切铲进工作室中。漫游在宽敞却挤满了嘈杂拍摄人群的工作室中。你会找寻不到Rankin。顺着最大的声响源头,你会听见那种低沉的,带着浓重苏格兰腔的重低音,随后便看见一队像批萨外卖员,像快递员,像水果小贩的人们。然后,他们中会走出一个人大声粗鲁地对你说——我得把那组片子拍完,再等上5分钟——他就是Rankin。你看着他再一次消失在人群之中,看着他点击键盘,鼠标将拍摄背景由白色换为蓝色的天空,再弄些沙子堆出沙丘。
Even in the personal studio at Rankin’s East End, you can not recognize him immediately. Your gaze gets lost in the nudity of Californians on the beach - shoving everything into the studio in order to create a beach shot. Roam in a studio that is spacious but packed with noisy people. You can not find Rankin. Along the loudest source, you hear that heavy, heavy bass with Scottish cavities, and you see a crowd of people like pizza delivery guys, couriers, and fruit hawkers. Then one of them will come out loud and rude to you - I have to film the film finished, and then wait for 5 minutes - he is Rankin. You watched him disappear into the crowd again and watched as he clicked on the keyboard. The mouse would take a picture of the sky with the white background replaced by the blue sky, and then find some sand to pile up the sand dunes.