The Best Actor in the Vase of Meiyu

Chapter 343 Role Playing
Taking a deep breath, Steven tried to calm down, although it wasn't easy -

The restraints and restraints of the fashion show tightly bound his hands and feet, which was even more torturous than the award ceremony, not to mention sitting in the front row and receiving the baptism of eyes and flashing lights. He just felt that he did not belong here.

torment.

Total torture.

Then, Tom's voice came to his ears, which made Steven adjust his sitting posture, straighten his waist slightly, and collect all his scattered thoughts. Before he could look towards the catwalk, his hearing caught the sound.

Ok?
As a director, Steven is very sensitive to the three-dimensional experience created by the collision of vision and hearing. This is the unique charm of movies.

At this time, the fashion show was no exception. He immediately noticed a burst of psychedelic and gorgeous electronic drum beats in the background music, and was dazzled——

"Welcome to your life. There is no turning back. Even if we fall into sleep, we can still find that you are fighting hard and resisting natural instincts..."

Steven was stunned, this...

This is "Everybody-Wants-To-Rule-The-World," released in 1985 by the rock band Tears-For-Fear, and it remains one of the greatest hits of the eighties. The most legendary golden song.

really--

"Everyone wants to rule the world..."

The song expresses the inner madness, as well as the fear and brokenness behind the madness in a cheerful and psychedelic way. It conveys the uneasiness and anxiety of the Cold War at that time. Although there are no stimulating words in the lyrics, it is jumping lightly. The sadness is vividly displayed in the chaos.

Steven had no idea that Eddie Slimane would choose this song as the opening background music, which immediately set the tone for the entire show.

Immediately afterwards, the model appeared——

Slender and slender.

Tall and straight.

There was no runway set up at the Dior show today. The models and the audience stood on the same level. The audience did not need to raise their heads high to look up at the models. However, in the cold ivory light, the figure stepped forward in the hazy light and shadow, thin and slender. The figure looked extraordinarily tall.

Black suit, black trousers, white shirt——

conventional?

No, not at all.

Suits and trousers are made of silk fabric with a drapey texture, which flows down the body lines like water, softly and docilely wrapping the body; it is not 100% slim, but it delicately and accurately outlines the body proportions, shoulders, arms, waist, The lines of the thighs are clearly visible, inadvertently revealing a mixed, delicate and fragile texture.

The shirt is no exception. It has no collar, but the collar is rolled up like a wave, and the buttons are open like this. It flutters gracefully and wantonly as you move forward. The body lines are looming, but you don't feel sexy at all. More It's an unbridled rebellion.

It is obviously the simplest and most basic suit, but it has a rock and roll texture. It is neither serious nor formal. Instead, it extracts the purity and simplicity of youth, and then blooms in the proudly blooming black chrysanthemum on the left chest, cool and cool. Melancholy, romantic and wild, noble and ambiguous, gently swaying like smoke in the psychedelic electronic rock melody.

Once on the stage, he easily catches the eye.

Even Steven, a complete fashion layman, can feel the difference, a temperament that he doesn't like or even sneer at, but he can't explain it but can't take his eyes away.

step. One more step.

That figure came towards me, and the light and shadow naturally flowed over the face along with the footsteps. Between the interlacing of light and dark, you can clearly feel the clear lines of the facial features, and the cold and aloof blue eyes were shining one by one in the mist. The spot brightened up, as if he was the only one in the world.

——Anson Wood.

Steven was stunned for a moment, his brain stopped functioning, and he could hardly react. So, is it Anson?
Different, completely different. They were two different people in the studio and at dinner that day, showing completely different temperaments.

His coldness and unruliness, his fragility and loneliness, his alienation and rebellion are quietly hidden under the dark blue ice, but mixed with a kind of innocence and simplicity, and his charming temperament has a kind of belonging. The unique texture of France seems out of reach.

Is this really Anson?

"...There must be a corner that light cannot reach. You and I are watching the world collapse with our fingers clasped tightly, and we are by your side when it happens. I am glad that we have finally completed it, but it is a pity that everything will eventually disappear. Everyone wants to rule the world."

The music is spinning and jumping, and the whole world is spinning with it. It is so crazy and gorgeous, but it is uncontrollably sad——

It was as if Anson was fighting against the world alone.

Eyes, ears, breathing, and heart, everything collided together, dragging Steven down slowly, and his brain felt dizzy.

It was only now that Steven remembered that Anson's mother was French, like Frank Abagnale Jr.

Anson walked alone on the catwalk, gathering the attention of the world. His thin shoulders seemed to be unable to bear the weight anymore.

However, his steps were so firm, his back was so straight, and the tenacity and uprightness emanating from the inside out firmly held the reins, and he single-handedly maintained the world before falling apart.

The same goes for Frank Abagnale Jr.

He was just a child, hiding his fragility and pain in those empty splendors, running and escaping and running, but he didn't know when to stop or where to go.

The coldness and stubbornness in those eyes overlapped silently.

Steven was completely stunned.

Anson just passed by him, walking all the way, and fixed his position at the end of the catwalk. The cold light made his figure look longer and longer.

Then, finally!
A second figure finally appeared on the catwalk, joining Anson.

red.

A touch of gorgeous and coquettish, flamboyant and unrestrained, gorgeous and wanton red appears, introduced into this black and white world in an unreasonable way, and instantly ignites all the energy in the madness of the background music.

This……

Generally speaking, clothing design is often a series, with different designs broken down under similar settings. In many cases, color is the most intuitive common point; however, Eddie broke the rules this time.

One red, two red, three red.

The subsequent series were all red suits, similar to Anson's but with different details, and then they came like a red tide.

The intention couldn't be clearer.

Not only was it crazy, but it was also flamboyant, wanton, and surging. The billowing red waves just followed the footsteps with their teeth and claws, and rushed towards Ansen.

That black stubbornness and fragility burst out with incredible power at this moment. More and more models were appearing one after another, but their eyes were still looking towards Anson involuntarily.

Including Steven.

Under the spotlight, Anson finally turned around and headed towards the red tide, colliding head-on.

(End of this chapter)