Inside: Eye Candy 5, Xenofex 2, Splat!, Image Doctor, and the holy grail, Exposure 2.
Splat! was the weird uncle. It did rings, loops, and a filter called Edges that made everything look like a silkscreen disaster. I used it to make a poster for a fake post-apocalyptic carnival: a carousel horse with teeth.
It was 2010, and for a certain breed of digital artist, the name "Alien Skin" wasn't a sci-fi B-movie. It was a key. A skeleton key that unlocked a particular kind of gritty, grunge-drenched, retro-future aesthetic that Photoshop’s native filters could only dream of. Alien Skin Software Master Bundle Collection 2010-hufc-
I made things that year. A hundred JPEGs, a dozen failed band logos, three CD-R covers for friends' demos. Most are lost now on a hard drive that clicks ominously in a closet. But the feeling remains.
Xenofex 2 was for chaos. Constellation. Turn a portrait into a star chart of black holes. Crumple. A wedding photo? Not anymore—now it looked like it had been pulled from a trash compactor on the Death Star. Electrify. Blue-white forks of lightning crawling from a girl’s eye. My friends said, "That's cool." They didn’t understand that I wasn't editing photos; I was corrupting them. Inside: Eye Candy 5, Xenofex 2, Splat
At least until the counterfeit warning popped up again.
But Exposure 2 was the soul. A black-box emulation of Kodachrome, Polaroid, Agfa Scala. You could slide a photo of a rainy street into Exposure, click "1950s Tri-X pushed 2 stops," and suddenly it wasn't your city anymore. It was noir. It was memory. It was the cover of a jazz record that never existed. I spent a week on a single shot of a payphone (already an antique in 2010), trying to get the grain just right. It did rings, loops, and a filter called
Image Doctor was the healer. Spot Lifter. Scratch Remover. Skin Tamer. I felt a strange tenderness using it—cleaning up scans of my mother’s old photographs, removing the white flecks of age from her childhood in the 70s. Even in the midst of all this digital vandalism, there was room to fix things.