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1boy, solo, male, tall, tall male, long limbs, long arms, long legs, slender, top hat, black silk top hat, striped tuxedo, striped tailcoat, black and white vertical stripes, formal bowtie, white gloves, gloves, holding cane, walking stick, black cane, heterochromia, odd eyes, one red eye, one pale grey eye, styled hair, slicked back hair, set hair, dark hair, creepy eyes, dark eyes, shadowed eyes, sharp teeth, grin, smirk, wide grin, bowing, formal bow, doffing hat, hat in hand, night, night sky, full moon, large moon, huge moon, halloween, jack-o'-lantern, carved pumpkin, bare twisted tree, antiques, antique atmosphere, dark, dark palette, dutch angle, from side, cowboy shot, looking at viewer, dramatic lighting The image is seen from a low three-quarter side angle, tilted off level with a dutch angle, and the tall gentleman is caught partway through a deep formal bow toward the viewer's left, so his long spine folds forward like a closing penknife. He is absurdly long-limbed: even folded into the bow his arms hang well past his hips and his legs go on for too much length. His weight rides on his right leg with the left knee bent and the left toe turned out; his left arm sweeps out and low, gloved hand closed around the black walking cane whose tip rests on the ground and skims a thin shadow across the grass, while his right gloved hand holds the tall black silk top hat pressed flat against his chest, fingers spread over the brim. Because of the bow, his face tilts up under the top of the frame and looks out from beneath his own dark hairline: his hair is set, combed back and locked with product into glossy ridges that catch a hard rim of moonlight. His eyes are mismatched and wrong — the left a cold pale grey, the right a deep blood red — set under heavy shadowed lids in a face gone dim and hollow, and the grin splits too far, showing rows of needle-sharp teeth with wet glints between them. His long white-gloved fingers indent the hat crown as it flattens against his chest. Behind and above him the night hangs black-blue with a little drifting cloud, and a huge pale full moon fills the upper-left of the frame; its light is the scene's only key light, striking him from behind and above and laying a silver rind along the brim, the top of his head and the striped shoulders of the tailcoat, so his face falls into a lit-from-behind half-shadow and the front of the tuxedo reads in cool greys. His shadow stretches away across the low wet grass to the right, and each vertical stripe of his tuxedo bends with the fabric of his bowing back. A carved jack-o'-lantern glows a dull orange in the midground at the right, its candle light barely reaching him, and dead twisted branches cross the moon's lower edge. The palette holds to black, bone-white, cold blue moonlight, one orange pumpkin and two eye colours, red and pale grey, nothing else. High-contrast cel shading with clean hard-edged shadows, the silk of the hat and the white cotton of the gloves given separate sheens. Bowing low under a moon that dwarfs him, darkly, wickedly amused.
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