Chapter 77 Spring Returns
“GQ” Magazine?
Obviously, this was an important shoot.
Brad Renfro and James Franco did not get such an opportunity. To be precise, it was difficult to even come close to such an opportunity.
Now, Anson has won the first interview opportunity of his acting career in "GQ"——
Even as a model.
Originally, when Darren told Anson that there would be a magazine interview next, he thought it would be a shoot for a third-tier magazine or a regional magazine. After all, the summer season was approaching, and the value of publicity spots had gone up; but this also Okay, just let him get used to the way of taking hard photos.
As a result, it was "GQ" at first glance?
This is simply...
Awesome!
Anson currently does not have a signed agent, and the agents of the Screen Actors Guild are not responsible for business other than signing contracts. And Anson got the interview opportunity in the name of "Friends", so David Klein came forward and was assisted by his assistant Frank " GQ” and Anson completed communication and scheduling.
Pier 39 Studio.
Located on Melrose Avenue, an abandoned warehouse full of hippie style, with a large number of artist's graffiti painted on the exterior walls, and art exhibitions and painting exhibitions have been held here.
The reason why Anson knew so clearly was because the Pier 39 studio was not far from their residence, a walk of at most six or seven minutes.
Driving is obviously not necessary, and it may take more than ten minutes to find a parking space.
then.
Anson chose a skateboard and rode the wind. After a while, the abandoned warehouse appeared in sight.
According to the memory of the original owner, this should be Pier 39, but Anson came here for the first time. Looking at the ruins covered with graffiti and overgrown with weeds, he was a little unsure. If this was a studio, then He should be glad he wasn't driving because there was no parking lot.
A rough look -
Anyway, the pier is not a traditional pier, there is no water and no ships.
Then, Anson noticed the figure at the door, curled up pitifully, squatting at the door with his knees in his arms and smoking, with a look of despair on his face.
Black T-shirt and black jeans, with a small crew cut. He is puffing away. His facial features cannot be seen clearly, but he can see his fingers holding cigarettes and applying black nail polish. There is a big hole in his jeans and his knees. He squeezed out of the gap to take a breath, as if he had just escaped from the set of "Death Note".
Anson was a little unsure whether this was a homeless person, but he still raised his voice and asked.
"Hey, good morning, is this the Pier 39 studio?"
Bruce did not answer.
Ba.
Take a deep drag on the cigarette again and look at the figure in front of you carefully:
White T-shirt with solid color graffiti on the front and back; blue denim shorts, white socks and dark blue skate shoes. There are no unnecessary accessories on her body, and her golden brown slightly curly short hair flutters freely and casually in the breeze. Bathed in the golden sunshine, her face is full of youthful vitality.
Involuntarily, a professional habit.
Bruce held a cigarette in his mouth, raised his hands, used his thumbs and index fingers to form a frame, and started composing the picture using his brain as the film.
Click.
I clicked the shutter in my mind, and a stream of clear water suddenly emerged from the dry and cracked desert of my brain. In an instant, spring returned to the earth, and my thoughts started to work again.
Huh.
I blew out my cigarette for a long time, blocking my field of view again, but the proportions of the composition in the viewfinder were constantly changing, and in the blink of an eye I could see the changes in my mind.
This scene is completely different from what I imagined.
To be precise, it was far from the Hollywood image Bruce was familiar with. He tried to search his brain memory to find a sample for comparison.
But...
James-Dean?
No.
Still different.
Then. Bruce finally spoke, "So, you are Anson Wood?"
Anson raised his eyebrows slightly, and inexplicably remembered, "If I call you 'Sun Walker', do you dare to agree?" "The scene was a little ridiculous, simply incomprehensible, but it was precisely because of this absurdity that he was overflowing with joy, which made Anson's smile rise. However, he did not respond directly, but asked rhetorically.
"Who's asking?"
Bruce took a few deep puffs on the cigarette again, burning the cigarette butt quickly, then threw the cigarette butt away, turned and walked towards the studio door.
Leave a shadow behind.
It seems that this is the Pier 39 Studio.
Ta.
The soles of his feet landed on the ground, and with one step, the skateboard fell into the palm of his hand. Anson stepped forward and entered the abandoned warehouse in front of him.
Tall and spacious.
This is the first impression when entering the warehouse. The height of more than two floors makes the entire space appear far-reaching. The exposed pipes and mottled brick walls are not decorated in any way, but unexpectedly have the texture of a post-modern ruin. It seems dilapidated and desolate, but it is It's not dilapidated at all, it feels a little special.
From top to bottom, when the sight moves from the vastness above to the bottom, you can see a completely different busy and noisy scene.
Curtain. light. camera. Long table. Gantry. More lights. There are people.
Coming and going, criss-crossing.
Order in chaos.
Everyone is busy, with their feet never touching the ground. There is a rush and busy atmosphere in the air, and it is impossible to see.
The emptiness of the upper level is in sharp contrast to the turbulence of the lower level.
A smiling face greets him, a white shirt paired with a gray suit, long red hair tied into a high ponytail, revealing a bit of sophistication, and a touch of dark red lipstick making him appear calm, but definitely not People will miss the ten centimeter burgundy high heels that steal all the attention.
Tap. tread. tread.
Every step you take can feel the collision between the heel and the ground, and the dust is flying, just like Hansel and Gretel leaving breadcrumbs along the way.
"Good morning, Anson, I'm Gretel."
Gretel-Winfield showed a polite smile and extended her right hand.
Anson:? ? ?
Gretel noticed the surprise and smile in Anson's eyes, and she didn't know why, "What's wrong?"
Anson didn't hide it, and the corners of his mouth raised slightly, "I noticed that... High heels leave marks along the way, like bread crumbs.”
Gretel also reacted immediately, and chuckled softly, "Because of the name, many people have made jokes since I was in school. I have actually heard a lot of all kinds of jokes, but I have to say, This is the first time. Should I be glad that I chose high heels today?"
Anson said with a serious face, "I am the one who should be lucky."
Gretel didn't know why.
Anson, "Otherwise, I might be a greasy man who thinks he's funny but is just repeating jokes that have been told a thousand and one times but are not funny at all." And then you have to It was a bad start to finish the polite conversation with an awkward but polite smile."
"God, I'm really glad I dodged a bullet."
Surprisingly...there is such a way to open it.
Gretel was stunned for a moment. Before she realized it, a smile had already appeared on her eyebrows, her whole face was completely blooming, and her mood instantly brightened.
However, before Gretel could continue to speak, the call from the man in the black T-shirt came from behind her—that is, in front of Anson.
"Gretel, now is not the time to flirt. Change clothes, make up, style, tick tock, we don't have all day to relax here."
Eighth update.
(End of this chapter)