Chapter 640
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The two teams got busy while Qin Guan was led to a professional dressing room by his assistant.
The cover was a portrait with a large head. At the old man's request, Qin Guan had a full head portrait.
At most, it would only reveal his neck and collar. Anything lower would not be exposed. That was how capricious he was.
Of course, this kind of portrait photography had high requirements for the makeup artist.
At the invitation of Lin Lun, Chris Sotrion, their frequent collaborator, had been invited to be the makeup artist for the cover.
If Chris was ranked first among the most famous makeup artists in America, perhaps the voices of discontent would be suppressed by a lot.
She was a makeup artist who specialized in politics, so she rarely appeared in the fashion circle.
This woman was dressed differently from the makeup artists in the fashion industry. She looked more like a politician than a makeup artist.
Every four years, CNN would invite her to do makeup for the candidates of the two major parties during the presidential election.
Her specialty was to complete a special makeup for the most important occasion within three minutes without causing the important person to be rude.
That was why Chris Sotrion had been invited here by Lin Lun to do his makeup for the model he had chosen personally.
Chris, who was originally in the dressing room, was absent-minded. This business management graduate from the University of New Hampshire rarely served people other than politicians.
When Qin Guan was led into the dressing room by his assistant, Chris realized why Grandpa Lin had asked her to come.
Qin Guan was not only a photographer's favorite, but also a top makeup artist's favorite.
He seemed to be the source of inspiration for those working in the arts. Everyone who saw him felt happy.
So, at this moment, Chris changed her casual attitude and adjusted the makeup chair in front of her a little higher. She had already discovered that this male celebrity was very tall.
That was the perfect distance between a clear face and a makeup artist.
Qin Guan greeted the makeup artist politely. She was wearing nothing but a pearl necklace. He was greeted by a pair of soft and warm hands.
This pair of hands had no calluses, no rough skin cracks, nor did it feel stiff to the touch. It made the person who was touched only feel infinite warmth.
That was the most important requirement for a good makeup artist. The model would not be disgusted by her touch. After all, not everyone was a professional.
Then, there was a period of careful observation. This was a makeup artist estimating how much makeup you should have put on today based on your overall condition.
Finally, she sighed softly and muttered to herself, "Your skin is really good.
"Your skin is really good, which is very rare among men."
"All the male skin problems are not reflected on your face."
"Zero flaws? I thought it was a joke. I didn't expect to see it here. Do I have to compete with the PAT guy for a job at the Fashion Week?"
Chris shook his head and said, "No, you're probably the only exception at Fashion Week. Those male models with irregular lifestyles are nowhere near as glamorous as they look."
Chris lifted Qin Guan's chin and looked at him carefully under the strong lighting of the dressing room.
"According to Time's style, the cover of the magazine will always have a red or blue border. Unless you are a dead person, they will give you a black border. Otherwise, they will not change their habits."
"In that case, your skin is too fair compared to theirs. The photos you put up are too pale."
"If it was a fashion magazine, it would be wonderful, but this is Time. It can't be too avant-garde and frivolous. Otherwise, the old guys won't let it pass."
"That's why you have to mix a suitable foundation."
Although she didn't stop talking, Chris didn't affect what she was going to do next. She mixed a few slightly darker foundations with the standard ones, mixed them evenly on the mixing tray, and compared them on the back of her hand.
"Yes, it's perfect. The bronze color will make you look more spirited and manlier."
"You have to know that they are fond of being resolute and decisive …"
Qin Guan gradually relaxed under Chris's teasing. The gentle powder brushed across his cheeks, forehead and chin, not too lightly, not too heavily.
What followed was a gasp from Chris. "Oh, baby, didn't anyone tell you not to smile like that with any woman? It's against the rules. "
The brush tickled Qin Guan's neck, so he closed his eyes and chuckled. Chris's teasing followed right after.
"You don't need any blush or lipstick. Your lips are not dry at all."
"I'm such a useless makeup artist. If it wasn't a makeup show, I would have just sprayed some moisturizer on your face and you would have passed."
"Oh, let me brush your eyebrows, my dashing eyebrows lad …"
Qu Xuemei's mouth twitched. The famous makeup artist must have felt wronged. Compared to the coarse faces of the American politicians, Qin Guan made her feel like she had no place to show her talents.
Chris stopped brushing his eyebrows and waved at Qin Guan reluctantly. "Let's go to the studio!"
"Hurry up! I can't help but use something else to make my presence known! "
Qin Guan slipped away from the middle-aged woman's hand. He felt sorry for the three layers of professional cosmetic boxes she had placed in front of him.
But his face was in such a state, there was nothing he could do.
Led by his assistant, Qin Guan finally entered the most professional studio in the city. In fact, there was no need to mobilize so many people for a portrait, but because of Lin Lun's special status, the magazine had to work together.
In Qin Guan's opinion, he was too old and afraid that something bad would happen to him.
Lin Lun looked up to Qin Guan, who still regarded him as an old prankster on the farm.
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