Alien Skin Software Master Bundle Collection 2010-hufc- Today

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.

Inside: Eye Candy 5, Xenofex 2, Splat!, Image Doctor, and the holy grail, Exposure 2. Alien Skin Software Master Bundle Collection 2010-hufc-

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. Image Doctor was the healer

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. Skin Tamer

My weapon of choice was a creaking Dell Inspiron running Windows XP, its fan a constant, rattling prayer. I was nineteen, self-taught, and desperate to make album art for bands that didn't exist. The Master Bundle was my forbidden grimoire.