Chapter 364
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Qin Guan's cowboy style had changed instantly. The sexy bottom-wrapping design wrapped his buttocks tightly, and the waistline was deliberately raised. The waistline of the low-waisted jeans was perfectly reflected in the model's waistline.
His slender and straight legs, half of which were tight and the other half were straight trousers, formed a sharp contrast with the jeans from the overalls that had appeared before.
The checkered shirt was tucked in at the waist, and it could be worn casually. Not a single inch of skin was exposed, but it seemed to be constantly exuding a fatal temptation.
The trouser legs wrapped by the riding boots were so tight that there was not a single part that would cause the shoes to go out of shape. It was as smooth as a one-piece suit.
"This style … is too interesting …"
"Yes!"
Years of work experience made the assistant instantly understand the meaning of his designer's words. "This is a rare all-around model!"
Giorgio Armani smiled and so did Qin Guan. He looked like a cowboy, like a horseman with grass in his mouth seeing his dear milkmaid.
For the sake of her bashful sunflower-like face, he wantonly blossomed his own smile.
It warmed the audience and everyone.
Everyone was laughing, but Qingmu was crying …
Meanwhile, the reporters who were writing the report fell into deep thought …
Armani was tapping his knees and Takagi was wiping the sweat off his forehead. Qin Guan retreated behind the curtain and was surrounded by encouraging hugs and pats.
This was a way of getting along with models from a different world of high fashion. It was a way of getting along with their own people.
A white-haired old man was standing at the other corner of the T stage, tears streaming down his face as he looked at Qin Guan.
The director of Miramax Pictures was wiping his sweat in a daze. The old man was so hard to please. They had come all the way to New York to discuss the script of the film adaptation with him.
However, when it came to the appointed time and place, they changed it with a phone call because he was a fashionista and was invited to the New York Fashion Week.
What else could Miramax Pictures do? After all, Chuck Paris was the most popular TV producer in the 1980s.
He was the originator of the earliest television entertainment programs. Even now, some of the American entertainment programs still had his shadow in them.
He was also a romantic and curious person by nature. He combined his absurd life with his own fictions to write a beautiful autobiography. Miramakos, who saw this, naturally came for the rights to adapt his novel.
This year, Miramax Pictures had a lot of work to do. The assembly lines of several major Hollywood film and sound companies all had their own ambitions and aspirations.
But this year, their company's plan was to improve their brand, and under the situation of the commercial box office being so squeezed, they had to find another way.
An indie film was naturally their first choice. After all, it was a film company. In order to win awards, they were willing to invest a large amount of money. The most gratifying thing was that George Clooney was willing to take over as director of the film.
Of course, the main premise was to get the rights to adapt the movie and get Chuck Barris's approval.
Thinking of this, the director did not act pretentiously. He started the topic in a gentle voice. "Mr. Barris, what do you think of our conditions?"
Although his hair was all white, one could still vaguely see the handsomeness of his youth. He used the handkerchief in his hand to wipe the tears from the corners of his eyes.
"We can discuss the conditions, but I also have a condition. I want the right to participate in the selection of actors! The right to vote, or else we can forget about it! "
"This is my autobiography. These are my true experiences. I don't want any ugly Tom, Dick, or Harry to play me … and I've really found a suitable candidate for you."
"The beautiful elf you saw just now. She looks exactly like me when I was young!"
The director squinted at Barris's black eyes. Because he was Jewish, he had a trace of West Asian blood in his eyes.
When he was young, he had black hair and black eyes. His hair was a little brown, like a little girl's.
Thinking of this, the director's face twitched awkwardly. "Sir, isn't this too arbitrary? We have many candidates for the lead role. We are willing to hire famous actors …"
Before he could finish, Charles interrupted him impatiently. "I know you can't make the decision, but you can ask someone who can. Let me tell you, there will be a show later. The New York Fashion Week is not going to end tomorrow."
"Didn't you ask George Clooney to be the director? Ask them to come and see if I have good taste. They can all come and see the beauty, right, young man? "
Well, I can't continue the discussion today. It seems that the old man is not short of money. He just wants to do whatever he wants. That's how capricious he is.
Charles Barris took out a small round stand from his pocket like a child. There was a simple and exquisite single-piece round mirror on it. He was looking at the models in the next show carefully.
How could he not be careful? CK's lingerie fashion show had begun. With so many beautiful thighs on display, one would not be able to understand the significance of this fashion week if one did not look carefully.
Qin Guan had no idea what had happened at the front desk. He was surprised when he left. He had received a strange notice from CK, telling him to meet him in the office building after the fashion week.
The first day of the top fashion festival came to an end with the collision of many thoughts.
The best way to mark the passing of time was to use words.
Qu Xuemei received an email from Sister Xue about the New York Fashion Week. Qin Guan was even more dazzling than he had been in China. She dialed a number on the other side of the ocean, regardless of the time.
"Richard, yes! It's me! "
"I just sent you an email about the fashion week. You must have noticed the boy."
"I recommend him to be on the latest issue of VOGUE. I want the full inside page or the back cover. I don't mind if it's the first cover!"
Red-haired Richard could not believe what Qu had just said. He was so angry that he almost had a stroke.
Do you think you own VOGUE? Although he had noticed the Asian model, he was not a mainstream American model after all.
Of course, he could add some soft articles, but he couldn't give him such a large page for the sake of the magazine's sales.
PS: I will update on the weekend. Yesterday, I sat alone until dawn and rewarded me with a hall master title. I sat alone until dawn happily and worriedly - _ - | |
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