Love is an expanding and contracting reflection of blurred lighting, music is an indescribable mix of feelings, and dancing always comes when he leasts expects it.
His control of various kinds of blur — blurred backgrounds, blurred lighting, blurred movement by the model — has added a new dimension to what used to be an extremely literal art.
A beautiful abstraction by Ross Bleckner, of wandering blurred lights aglow in a wax-infused black ground, elegizes the decade's overwhelming catastrophe of AIDS, which decimated the city's cultural circles.
(The original design is by Es Devlin, adapted here by David Korins; the inspired urban-blur lighting is by Frances Aronson.) Boo and Marie also give life to the four other members of their gang, as well as assorted lovers, johns and rivals.
As before, performance across the five degradation levels from each individual participant within each degradation type (noise or blur) and lighting condition was fit to a cumulative Normal psychometric function (for blur, mean R2 = 0.96; for noise, R2 = 0.80).
They can include eye redness, eye pain, blurred vision, light sensitivity, floating spots, and decreased vision.
Beneath the blurred street lights, ascending notes and falling flakes create the impression of a gossamer arch spanning Chicago Avenue.
The fault meant that images from the mirror would always be blurred because light rays bouncing off the surface were not properly focused.
An even more surprising example of early colour is an impressionistic Amsterdam street scene from 1934 by Bernard Eilers, in which blurred shop lights are reflected on a wet street in a haze of dark blues and reds.
The edges of the images are softly blurred, the light is magical — although it isn't remotely clear what that girl and those animals have to do with the following scene of a red, radiant devil with horns, hooves, swishing tail and a literal toolbox entering a house at night, like a handyman from Hades on an emergency call.
She added, "The tranquil majesty of the architectural lines, the wonderful blurred winter lights, the long lines of lamps garlanding the avenues & the quays — je l'ai dans mon sang!" ("I have it in my blood!") For Wharton, Paris was a place of liberation.
