He was wearing a baseball cap on his head. It was a little down and a little crooked. He looked like a dissolute prince who was popular with girls in high schools.
Most people silently, secretly love the back view, bearing the weight of countless endless spring dreams, bearing the weight of countless nights of longing …
Guo Nuoyan's face was full of tears. The sun was too f * cking glaring, and he was about to cry!
Although Qin Guan was a man, he seemed to see the girl he had a crush on in high school. She was as bright as he was.
With the last click, it meant that the shooting of the magical poster had come to an end.
Helen looked at the paper in the camera and was rather reluctant to hand it over to the profiteering Asian businessman. Then she thought again that the boy would have a whole day at her disposal, and her mood improved.
When the work was over, Qin Guan didn't do anything to help them. Thanks to his work in the Chelsea market, the shop owners fell in love with the Asian boy's style.
Designers from all walks of life had a strong sense of beauty and fashion. They showed great interest in the boy's unique clothes, which were different from those of American designers.
As a matter of fact, in this exclusive store, which had not yet put up any advertisements, the shelves were crowded with customers from the opposite side of the store.
The designers who came later found something interesting. J Clothing had almost become the uniform of the store owners, and everyone was wearing one.
It was sturdy, durable, breathable, and highly absorbent. Of course, these were all auxiliary conditions. The most important thing was that it was cheap. When the paint and clay stained the clothes, at least he wouldn't feel so bad about it that his teeth would ache.
As a result, the clique effect was born again. The customers imitated the shop owners, and the shop owners influenced the customers. As a result, all the designers in New York City finally had their own uniform.
Policemen wore black uniforms and brass buttons, plumbers wore blue overalls and baggy jeans, and the Epidemic Prevention Bureau wore white protective suits. If you were a designer in New York City, you would be ashamed to tell others that you were an artist if you didn't have a piece of J Clothing.
Or, you're a country bumpkin from somewhere else. You don't look like you're from New York.
That was a pleasant surprise.
At the moment, he was busy decorating his own shop. He didn't know anything about the company, so he told his girlfriend about it.
What he needed to do now was to provide a steady stream of funds for the unfinished store.
The funds would come from the New York Fashion Week, the top event in the American fashion circle. It was one of the four biggest fashion weeks in the world, so New York would be filled with crowds in late October.
Thanks to his experience in Asia, he had received the notice of LEE's show before the Fashion Week had even started. Therefore, he was not in a hurry to prepare for the show.
He would also be able to see John, who had been wandering in Kansas for a long time.
Top designers from France, Italy, and the United Kingdom naturally had a place for them. Their casual and free design style had also attracted the attention of countless Asian designers.
Naturally, Japan was at the forefront, followed closely by South Korea, which was gradually emerging. They formed a powerful rope, trying to sing the voice of Asia in the four major design weeks.
Among the invited Asian designers led by Yaoji Yamamoto, there were no China designers, which surprised Qin Guan.
He was surprised by the lack of brand awareness among Chinese people, as well as the weakness of Chinese designers. At the same time, he was happy to see another force belonging to Chinese people at the Fashion Week.
That was a special group of Chinese designers. They had graduated from top design schools in the world and were influenced by Chinese culture. As a result, they occupied an important position among designers all over the world.
Qin Guan silently outlined the special backgrounds of these designers. He hoped that they would be able to find their own way at the New York Fashion Week that year.
New York City had been bustling recently, so much so that even the elites on Wall Street found countless foreign beauties when they were hunting at night.
The world's most prosperous metropolis was filled with fashionistas from all over the world, adding a bit of exotic atmosphere to the already bustling city.
This was different from the unified management of the Beijing Fashion Week. The designers here were all randomly looking for a place they liked.
Qin Guan was not too worried. He was lucky enough to be a model of three top fashion brands in the show.
The main venue was set up in the luxurious hall of the Chelsea Hotel. Surrounding the hotel were the models who did not want to give up and hoped to have a chance to replace him at the last moment.
On the first day of the Fashion Week, the Armani Autumn/Winter Collection was released, followed by CK's high-end collection. Qin Guan let out a sigh of relief.
Actually, Qin Guan still had some hope about the top luxury brands he had submitted to. He had waited for a long time, but there had been no call or notice for an interview.
Qin Guan finally understood how difficult it was to be an independent model in New York. That kind of opportunity was not something that could be obtained by one's qualifications alone. Many factors and considerations were needed.
Since that was the case, he decided not to force it. He changed into his clothes and sat quietly on the waiting chairs, watching the Armani models.
Everyone knew that it would be difficult to stay idle during the fashion week. John, who was supposed to show up at the end of the show, showed up leisurely with Qin Guan's custom-made denim suit in his hand.
If he wanted to come, then so be it. But couldn't he have kept a low profile? Why did he have to bring his entire family with him after giving him a set of clothes?
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