Chapter 359
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Since the current scale was very small, the goods in the shop were naturally all Chinese goods. Due to the special nature of this location, the quality of the goods here had to be considered high-end.
Teacher Rong was the source. She had asked Sister Xue for help, and He Ming had been the one to take care of the complicated procedures, such as the registration application, the industrial and commercial tax.
Qin Guan was the first one among them to start a business. The arrogant young men, who had been idling around, felt suffocated.
He had registered two companies, a trading company with import and export qualifications and a high-end custom-made shop with his own brand.
Lan Jin's proposal to change the location of the store had been rejected by Qin Guan. The small company was the result of his and his girlfriend's painstaking efforts. It was also what Cong Nianwei had wanted to do after coming to the US.
Cong Nianwei was a designer, so she fell in love with the atmosphere of the shop the moment she saw it.
This was her and his shop, and it was also the beginning of their relationship …
The little hamster's life was busy because it knew how capable it was. At the beginning of a career, there was always a golden saying, and that was to act according to one's capabilities.
It was a career and a hobby, so it had to be done by itself.
Of course, neither Cong Nianwei nor Guo Nuoyan would let Qin Guan wander around in front of them.
Qin Guan had more important things to do. He was going to shoot the first poster of the J Clothing advertisement at the newly renovated venue.
The designer of the poster was an acquaintance of Qin Guan's. She had given him a business card at the cafe at the Chelsea Fair.
Guo Nuoyan's keen intuition told him that this middle-aged woman was a freelance photographer for many newspapers and magazines in New York. She was living a free and casual life.
Guo Nuoyan had a whole new level of respect for her at the sight of her exquisite technique and her unique interpretation of a person's photo.
He had no choice but to look at her in a different light. This adventurous female photographer liked to magnify the details and dig out the most beautiful side of the ugliness.
As a reward for the commercial, unaesthetic poster, Qin Guan would let her use it for free for one day. It was not as dirty as you think. It was free for one day of shooting.
Qin Guan had no objection to that. The relationship between a photographer and a model had to be predestined. He could feel an explosive soul and a sharp sense of touch from her, which was quite different from that of a fashion photographer.
This time, the J Clothing posters were all based on Helen's idea.
As the only model in the line of autumn clothes, the requirements for the brand were too simple.
It was like a professional saying, "All bones, no flesh". It was actually very simple to solve this problem.
That was to abandon the traditional studio model. The sky was the blanket, the earth was the hut, the sunlight was the most beautiful lighting, and the shade was the most abundant background. Then, with these as the composition of a full photo, it was enough to make people feel relaxed and happy, and stop to watch.
There was no need to trouble themselves with the filming location. The ancient and melancholy history and landscape of Chelsea Market was the best place to shoot the scene.
The coarse dark red bricks and tiles were paired with the mottled bronze fence. Behind them, a soft halo of sunlight shone through the thick green trees.
He was wearing a pair of dark green Harley sunglasses and J Clothing's Mid-Autumn/Winter style. He was ready for the scene.
He was wearing a grey cotton sweater and a black sleeveless vest, which made him look like a fashionable boy on the streets of New York.
Helen aimed the camera at him. "Relax. You can pose however you want, but you have to look relaxed."
She didn't want to appear as a standard commercial model in front of her camera. What she wanted was the most primitive state, the most relaxed mood, and the most basic emotions.
He stood there without smiling or tensing up. His eyes behind the glasses might have been focused or wandering, but it was because of the sunglasses that people wanted to see what was going on in them. Translator's Thoughts Lan _ Editor: Efydatia
The corners of his mouth were neither raised nor lowered. It was the most ordinary expression on everyone's face. Suddenly, Qin Guan leaned his head against the old wall.
The exposed paint was flying around Qin Guan's face. The rough red wall and his delicate, jade-like face were echoing each other.
Every strand of his eyebrow was logical, but every line was complex and crisscrossed, colliding with each other in such a straightforward manner.
Translator: Lan Editor: Efydatia The boy next door was her first love. The confused, sunny, and rebellious big brother was the warmest memory of her childhood.
Helen pressed the shutter like a dying butterfly in late autumn. Her eyes were burning as if she had found a priceless treasure. I did find a treasure!
The Asian boy was quite different from his usual self on the set.
After a set of photos, another set of photos would be done, and today's work would be completed perfectly.
The shooting of this set of shots was even more out of the ordinary commercial shooting conventions. It was a picture of the back without a face.
It was a test of the photographer's ability to control the lens and the tension of the model. This was the biggest test of fashion photography.
Qin Guan didn't choose tight-fitting clothes. The biggest advantage of those clothes was that they could show the perfect figure of the model.
He also didn't choose a fashionable style with bright colors and complicated backgrounds. These kinds of clothes could easily give people a visual impact and leave a deep impression at first glance.
He was wearing an ordinary pair of straight pants and an ordinary hoodie. The only difference was that he was wearing an extra hat.
As the sun set, he stood on the hillside with his back facing the camera. In the warm sunlight, the light passed through his body, leaving only the vague figure of him and his deep shadow.
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