However, CK's final products were all light and delicate. Most of them were in bright colors, which were the favorite of men in the media and design industry. It was a way to show off their exquisite fashion style.
Why is the new fall collection so different?
Black high-top military boots with copper buttons, paired with black trousers made of glossy silk with a cuff at the bottom.
The jacket was even more exaggerated. It was made of black non-woven fabric, but there was nothing special about it.
There were bulletproof vests and combat pockets on the shoulders and chest, which were unique to the US Special Forces.
The black silk pockets were made of the same material as the trousers, reflecting a cold light under the light.
Qin Guan couldn't help but sigh at the sight. New Yorkers are still nervous.
Indeed, the sorrow of loss and the cruel trauma could not be concealed even if the bustling city was restored. The fear of the wind and the crane was still not far from everyone's mind.
Even ordinary citizens were wavering between whether to officially adopt the TIPS program or to request for it to be banned.
In a country that loved privacy and democracy the most, there was no backlash against the plan of one million ordinary citizens becoming government informants.
At the end of the day, it was fear. Fear of terrorist attacks and fear of economic decline. After all, the people who were being monitored were not citizens of the United States, right?
Qin Guan put on the clothes in a few minutes.
By the time the last interviewee came out, CK, who had been working non-stop for 10 hours, was starting to feel a little impatient.
They couldn't wait to end their work that day and enjoy the party and good wine after work. Qin Guan walked into the hall unhurriedly.
It was like a small bean popsicle on a hot summer day. It wasn't expensive, but it was comfortable. It was also like the restless flame that was about to burst out of his heart, but it was soothed by the sound of iced cola.
I'm standing right there.
Mark, a famous fashion photographer in New York, was in charge of the photo shoot. He had been a little tired, but Qin Guan's appearance was like a shot in the arm.
"Move! Move! Get moving, this is the last set of photos. Once it's done, we can call it a day! "
Ma Ke shouted loudly, awakening the crowd. Their tiredness was swept away, and they got busy in an instant.
"Qin Guan, right? Just perform whatever you want. Don't worry about us. You can start whenever you're ready. "
The chief designer, Sam, who had been silent and irritated, finally smoothed out his furrowed brows. To be honest, he was very dissatisfied with the models that had been recommended for the second audition by the chief designer.
They were too feminine! They were too slim!
They had been selected according to the original CK design style.
But this season's design was different. According to the feedback from the marketing department, the majority of Americans wanted the kind of vigorous and indomitable tough guy style.
It was the kind of elite clothing that could be put to good use in the face of unexpected situations. It was the kind of clothing that could give the wearer a better sense of security.
Nowadays, New Yorkers carried bags that were one-third bigger than the ones they had carried a year ago. The built-in pockets were also marked.
Emergency flashlights and ropes could be hidden in the pocket without affecting the appearance. Therefore, a fashion style had to be close to the market. This was the mainstream demand this year.
Now, Sam was waiting for Qin Guan, the only one he liked in the second round, to show off his ability.
"Okay, I'm ready. Let's start."
Qin Guan didn't waste their time. As soon as he finished his words, his temperament changed.
He was no longer as gentle and elegant as he was when they first met. Instead, the aura he exuded instantly became sharp and fierce.
Golden spears and armored horses, fighting on the battlefield, surging tides, who can count the romantic...
A Chinese style, different from the American style, spread out imperceptibly.
Qin Guan was sitting on an ordinary folding chair with a broadsword on his back. His hands were on his knees, giving people a sense of his fearless strength.
Just like on the high platform on the battlefield a thousand years ago, a mighty young general pointed at Marquis Fenghou and brandished his country.
In the era of cold weapons in China, the Europeans who fought each other with dung pitchforks had never imagined such a scene, let alone the Americans who had such a short history. If it weren't for Ma Ke's professionalism, the audience would have been petrified like those lighting props.
That was not all. Qin Guan stood up, turned the folding chair under his butt, and put it on the side of the court.
His long legs made his black trousers look even straighter. His slender fingers were sticking to the seam of the trousers, contrasting the color of the trousers.
The rough soles of his military boots made an exciting sound as he walked towards the crowd.
"Cha, cha, cha..." The military song was loud and clear, and the bugle was low. His delicate face was shining with determination. His muscles were showing off his desire to conquer.
"Click, click." Only the sound of the camera flashes and shutter shutters could be heard in the quiet venue.
Mark's excited breathing finally calmed down when Qin Guan stopped.
If he had continued, his blood would have flowed backward and his brain would have exploded. That was what China called Qigong Deviation, as recorded in countless ancient martial arts books.
Qin Guan smiled at the audience in the dark. "Thank you. My performance is over."
That's it? Mark regretfully looked at the camera in his hand and turned to look at Sam, who was in charge of the interview. "Brother, should I ask him to do more?"
Sam's face was full of uncertainty. His eyes were like passing lights. "That's enough. Go backstage and get changed. Just hand the clothes to the assistant."
Qin Guan nodded again and left the arena after receiving the accurate information.
As soon as Qin Guan left, Sam was no longer as reserved as a chief designer. The staff had been with him for many years, so he didn't have to act like a model.
"Hurry up! Let me have a look at the photo! "
Ma Ke's small eyes were shining with excitement. He didn't wait for Sam's instructions before he pulled out Qin Guan's camera.
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