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BlenderGuy

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This is the viewport image.
It reminds me of a claustrophobic effect of old British horror films. I love this effect when something sinister is happening.

This is what I'm after but can't get because the camera lens will pull their noses out and deform their faces.

Does anyone know of a camera setting to replicate this, but without the usual face distortion?
 

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This is the viewport image.
It reminds me of a claustrophobic effect of old British horror films. I love this effect when something sinister is happening.

This is what I'm after but can't get because the camera lens will pull their noses out and deform their faces.

Does anyone know of a camera setting to replicate this, but without the usual face distortion?
in photography, you would pull the camera way back and then zoom in until you get the same framing. It takes out the fisheye aspect of a wide angle lens. Most portraits are taken from fairly far away with a "long" (high magnification) lens to keep distortion down


focal length 15, "Z" distance parameter 62
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focal length 15, "Z" distance parameter 453
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BlenderGuy

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in photography, you would pull the camera way back and then zoom in until you get the same framing. It takes out the fisheye aspect of a wide angle lens. Most portraits are taken from fairly far away with a "long" (high magnification) lens to keep distortion down


focal length 15, "Z" distance parameter 62
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focal length 15, "Z" distance parameter 453
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Yea, that's what I do.
I have the camera lined up with the distant dot you see in the line extending from the camera. Usually it would be about 30 feet or so away (when practical).

But what I wanted was what I always associate with Kubrick and Clockwork Orange.

Subtle lens distortion used to give a sense of claustrophobia. I've noticed you can mess with lenses, I might have a dabble.
 
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BlenderGuy

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in photography, you would pull the camera way back and then zoom in until you get the same framing. It takes out the fisheye aspect of a wide angle lens. Most portraits are taken from fairly far away with a "long" (high magnification) lens to keep distortion down


focal length 15, "Z" distance parameter 62
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It's only when you mess with lenses you realise how amazing the human eye is.
I wonder if the brain has a "lens distortion filter subroutine" lol.

Especially when it comes to replicating realistic POV on Daz.
 
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That's very obvious, not everyone have a decent PC, without one, fully rendering an image can take over 10 hours easily. Try to give useful advice or constructive criticism :WeSmart:.
I'm still using a 12-year-old PC with a more up to date RTX GPU
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When father left us, it exposed us to the brutality of a cult he'd joined known as Obsidian.

It was quite popular in South East England, and had grown since the rise in poverty and despair.

It relied on a steady flow of disillusioned addicts and those seeking a sense of meaning. People like my father.


Obsidian made its money through drugs, prostitution and human trafficking.

Father had brought them into our house.

But he'd left us alone, to deal with it.


I was just thankful my stepmother and auntie were acting so calm, conforming to the needs of the men.


My biological mother was dead, most likely from a needle in her arm, which was obviously thanks to father.

My stepmother, Alex, was sat on a toilet semi naked, covered in sperm from pleasuring men from Obsidian.

She was drunk but seemed more than happy to suck off the two men who'd come to our home.

She'd been drinking with them for hours, telling them to stay the night, and leave early in the morning, to miss the trafiic.

She made it more than obvious she'd wanted male company. This was obviously a snide dig at me, ever since she'd found
her panties in my bed. A practical joke by my sister which had caused me to develop a sniff fetish, when it came to women's panties. They had to be mature women though, for it to drive me wild.

There'd been tension developing between my step mother and I for months now, ever since I'd turned 18.

She'd wanted me to leave, telling me I was an adult and needed to find my own life.

But would treat me like her own son every morning, it was like she was two people.

Alex loved having a young man around her, especially when my friends came to visit. My friends would always make it more than obvious they were gooning over her.


Aunt Vicki was sat with her back against the wall, I'd never seen her tits out of a bra before.

They were huge and clearly way too heavy for her. She'd always wear the tightest bras, hoping to keep them from sagging.

Vicki and was all sweaty and covered in cum,.

She didn't even seem too bothered about it. She just say there, covered in their spunk. she was holding a bottle of beer, most likely brought to her by my step sister, Stacey. Who'd obviously come to see what the commotion was, as she's such a nosey little spy.

Stacey had been losing her sight ever since childhood. She was almost 19 and yet so tiny. She seemed puzzled by the noise coming from her mother. And the aggressive tones of the dominant men.



The two men were making so much noise with my stepmother, calling her disgusting names, but she seemed to like it.

She'd always acted so prudish and proper around me.


I wondered if Stacey understood what was happening.


Her innocence terrified me, as all I'd ever witnessed in life was the destruction of weakness by violence, abuse and pain.

Theses men would never allow us to be free of them, or the cult.

I guess this moment would be my transition into manhood. As I could not allow them to live after this. But I would have to do it fast and quietly. Then dump their car and bodies somewhere.


Aunt Vicki looked at me, as if she was aware of what would happen now.

The most important thing for me was keeping Stacey safe and away from the violence which was about to happen.

That was all I could think of now.
 
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