Zombie bride effect

Face and dress age together in one wide frame. a wide shot of a bride standing alone at the altar end of a derelict chapel with broken windows and dust in the air, her skin cooling to flat grey-blue and her eyes clouding pale while her white lace dress yellows, frays and sheds dust from the hem upward, both changes finishing together, the ruined pews around her still and empty, locked wide camera

A long wide walk as the train drags a trail through the weeds. a wide shot of a bride walking slowly along a gravel path through an overgrown reception garden in flat grey daylight, her grey-blue face and clouded eyes already changed, her yellowed train dragging a wide trail through the long weeds and dust behind her, dead petals falling from a brittle bouquet as she goes, the garden empty of anyone else, camera tracking alongside at a distance

The bodice ages decades inside the shot, threads pulling loose. a close shot of the lace bodice of a white wedding dress in overgrown daylight, the white yellowing to an old ivory and then to grey as threads pull loose along the seams and small holes open in the weave, dust shaking out of the pattern, a spider web forming across one shoulder strap, the bride inside it standing perfectly still with her hands at her sides, camera drifting slowly down the bodice

The veil lifts and falls, revealing the changed face in stages. a bride standing in an open ruined doorway with a steady draught behind her, the long torn veil lifting away from her face and settling again in slow passes, each lift showing more of the grey-blue skin and clouded pale eyes underneath while the previous glimpse is covered again, dust and dead petals travelling past her in the moving air, camera at eye level slightly downwind

The face behind the veil has already cooled to grey when it clears. a close shot of a bride in a derelict chapel raising a long dusty veil away from her face with both hands, the face behind it bare and warm-toned for the first moment and then cooling to a flat grey-blue with clouded pale eyes and dark hollows under the cheekbones, fine dust falling from the lace as it lifts, her expression calm and unmoving throughout, camera holding a tight steady close shot

Fresh flowers brown and collapse while she holds them steady. a close shot of a bride's hands holding a bouquet of fresh white roses in a ruined doorway, the petals browning at the edges and curling inward, the stems drying and the leaves shrivelling until the whole bouquet is brittle and grey, dead petals dropping away between her grey fingers, her hands never moving and her grip never loosening, camera tight on the hands and the flowers

Side by side, one veil comes up on a changed face and one does not. a wide shot of two brides standing a metre apart in the nave of a ruined chapel in cold daylight, both veiled and still, the bride on the left raising her veil to reveal a flat grey-blue face with clouded pale eyes while the bride on the right keeps her veil down and unchanged, the comparison direct and the chapel empty, locked wide camera

Colour drains upward while the features stay completely still. a tight close shot of a bride standing in cold window light, her skin losing colour from the jawline upward in an even travelling line until the whole face is flat grey-blue with dark rings around the eyes, the irises clouding to pale milk as the line passes them, no blood and no wounds anywhere, her head completely still and her breath no longer visible in the cold air, locked camera

A wide shot where the gown decays while the body stays still. a wide shot of a bride standing motionless under a collapsed roof with shafts of daylight coming through the beams, the white of her full skirt yellowing to ivory then grey, the layers fraying at every hem and shedding dust into the light beams, a torn veil hanging to the floor beside her, the face already grey and calm, locked wide camera

She walks a ruined aisle, the train dragging through dust and leaves. a bride walking slowly toward camera down the aisle of a roofless chapel, her grey-blue face and clouded eyes already changed, the yellowed train of her dress dragging through a floor of dust and dead leaves and leaving a clear trail behind her, her steps deliberate and slightly uneven, the veil hanging heavy and torn at the edges, camera tracking backwards ahead of her