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The Glamorous Life of Agent 008the Glamorous Life of Agent 008The Glamorous Life of Agent 008 by Ghouldaddy
As we all know, that suave, debonair spy James Bond is agent 007, but I want to see how glamorous 008 can be! Your mission, should you choose to accept it, would be to help celebrate deviantART's 8th Birthday by taking a glamorous photo of Agent 008. Film Noir or New York Chic, it's up to you. As long as the image meets the requirements of the Glamour Category:
Photographs of models, clothed or partially clothed, highly stylized and depicting either physical good looks or sensual impact.
- Only Photography is allowed in this contest. No manipulations. Only minor/ standard edits ( such as level, curve, color adjustments etc. )
- One entry per person
- Contest starts August 7th 2008 @ 12:01 AM PST and ends September 8th 11:59pm PST
- Only images that would be considered Glamour Photography can be submitted to this contest.
- Photo must be submitted to: Contests & Projects -> Contests -> 2008 -> devian
Primary Fear - ContestSo, have you heard? It's dA's 8th birthday on August 7, 2008 So how are you going to celebrate?Primary Fear - Contest by Katerina423
By scaring the living life out of deviantArt and getting presents for it! Now that's a birthday we can all get on-board with
In the 8th year of its life, deviantArt has spawned a terror unlike any seen before.... the first official contest for Horror and Macabre Photography on dA.
The number 8 and the terror it brought long ago.
In the autumn of 1888, London, England was terrorized by a creature that the world had not seen before: Jack the Ripper.
The violence of his crimes was so gruesome that many didn't consider him to be human, but rather some sort of demon. The fact that he was never captured just terrified people even more and he quickly became a frightening legend.
Your task in this contest is to capture that moment of primary fear that the world must have felt when they were faced with the first
I stood in my bathroom today
Gazing into the mirror
The torn flesh fell off of my cheek
Like the bugs that dropped from the ceiling
Landing in the sink beneath my chin.
I sat on the cold floor today
Arms wrapped around shaking legs
Raw from the words you launched at me
That scraped against my ears
As the blood seeped into my hair.
I stared at the floor today
Your anger crawled towards me
Disdain saturating my toes
Turning my nails to yellow
While my skin was decayed by disgust.
I lost myself today
On that cold linoleum ground
Tears burning beneath my eyes
Corroding inside my brain
But never venturing out.