Chapter 83 Breaking Free
Poof.
There was a laugh next to him, but he immediately covered his mouth to silence the sound.
Gretel rolled her eyes and glared at Anson, "That's not funny."
But the corners of her mouth slightly raised, and her serious expression completely relaxed. Low air pressure releases pressure silently.
puff.
Another laughter came next, but this time I couldn't control it. It spread from ten to ten and spread throughout the studio in the blink of an eye.
A lot of laughter.
The only exception is Anson.
Anson spread his hands with a calm face, "People still need some loopholes, otherwise it will be too perfect and unrealistic."
ha.
The laughter completely exploded.
Gretel is no exception.
Anson walked up on his own initiative and stood next to Gretel and Bruce.
"Sorry, your conversation just now did not suppress the voice at all, and did not take care of my client's bloody wound at all. Didn't you agree that you should avoid the client when you say bad things? Now your harm is over , may I express my opinion?”
Hahaha.
The atmosphere is completely relaxed.
Even Bruce's expressionless face can see the corners of his mouth rising slightly.
Gretel tightened her lips and tried her best to show a professional and objective attitude, "Of course, what do you think?"
Anson did not speak immediately, but moved back and forth between Gretel and Bruce. After making sure that both people's attention was focused, he spoke.
"Why don't we try Bruce's suggestion and see the effect. If it doesn't work, we can always get back on track with the second and third sets of looks."
This is indeed a way.
“Of course, the shooting time may be tight, but by then, we all know that I am hopeless, so we can just shoot and call it a day.”
Gretel Watch Xiang Anson, with a smile in his eyes, said, "Are you already impatient to leave the studio?"
Anson looked up at the sky, "Hallelujah."
Gretel's smile fully bloomed, and she could no longer maintain her professional supermodel face. She didn't hesitate for too long this time, "But Bruce can't give any styling advice."
"And me?"
"I think this look is complete and does not need to be changed. To be honest, I can't understand Bruce's thoughts. Our way of thinking is not on the same track."
Anson showed a smile, "About I have some ideas about this matter.”
Gretel was slightly startled, but then she thought about it——
Maybe, this is a stroke of God?
For the first time, Gretel's mind flashed to the scene where Anson appeared in Studio 24 to be interviewed by reporters. The photos from the "New York Times" were instantly stunning.
If there is no agent or publicist, it means that the look was Anson's own idea.
Taking a deep breath, Gretel looked at Anson, "How about we give it a try?"
Then.
Anson started to get busy.
Five minutes later.
Maybe ten minutes?
Gretel was not sure. She had all the power to make decisions and make decisions at the studio, which also meant that she had to bear the responsibility if something went wrong. After she calmed down, she finally realized how crazy the whole thing was. , a little bit excited, a little bit excited, but inevitably a little bit nervous.
So.
The waiting time began to become excruciating.
Standing at the door of the Pier 24 studio, Gretel took a few steps outside and looked along Melrose Avenue——
The current Melrose is not considered In the center of Los Angeles, the collision of different styles such as hippies, rock and roll, and gypsies makes the streets slightly shabby. The golden sunshine of California shines on the graffiti and buildings, creating an oil painting texture that naturally reveals an artistic quality. It can't be fabricated, it can't be deceived, everything is natural.
In fact, for fashion magazines, Melrose has always been one of the important shooting locations for street photography.
But, a suit theme?
Gretel isn't sure what sparks will come out of the suit and Melrose.
Crash.
The warehouse door opened, and Gretel looked over. Bruce was walking in the front.
Same, but different.
Bruce is still the same Bruce, without any changes. The only difference is that he puts on a black turban, which is Bruce's symbol.
When he devotes himself to work, he always likes to wear that scarf, which to him is equivalent to the existence of amulet mascot.
Seeing the scarf, Gretel's eyes lit up slightly, and there was a hint of excitement in her voice, "Bruce?"
Bruce made an "OK" gesture towards Gretel, " Ready."
No dialogue, no explanation.
Bruce immediately got into working mode, jogged all the way to the street, turned around and pointed the camera lens at the warehouse door, quickly adjusted the parameters, and changed different angles to test shooting, and then completed some adjustments again, concentrating on the posture, completely unfocused.
After a short while, Bruce was ready. He looked at the warehouse again and shouted loudly, just like the gun fired in the 100-meter race in the Olympics.
"Anson!"
There was no sound immediately in the warehouse.
Quiet.
All was quiet.
But the amazing thing is that this time, neither Bruce nor Gretel was impatient and anxious, but found a wonderful peace.
Patiently, waiting——
Gululu.
The sound of the rollers rubbing against the ground came from far away, and a figure broke free from the shackles of darkness and ran all the way. It was like the monsoon over the Pacific Ocean passing through the San Fernando Valley, bringing a lush green color to the face. The gentle breeze lifted the hem of clothes, light and airy. The earth bids farewell to spring and waves towards the embrace of summer.
Anson appeared.
The suit is still the same suit, a standard three-piece suit of white shirt and black suit.
But the shape is another matter.
The coat is open, the buttons of the suit and vest are all open, the top three buttons of the shirt are also open, and even the tie has been untied, just using the neck as a clothes hanger and throwing it away, fluttering in the wind , it seems that it may fly away at any time, and all etiquette and rules will be thrown away.
Only the shirt is still tucked into the trousers, but one detail is that the belt of the trousers has also been removed, showing the original and simple appearance of the trousers, so that the waist looks slightly loose, but it is not consistent with the top. The conditions fit perfectly, and all restraints disappeared.
Dirty? Messy? undisciplined?
No.
Chicken and unrestrained. Merry. dissolute.
The suit has become an accessory. The clothes are just a pile of fabric. All the light is concentrated on the man, shining brightly.
At first glance, Gretel thought of "the sweet life". In that quiet night, Marcello-Mastroianni (Marcello-Mastroianni) and Anita Ekberg ( Anita-Ekberg drove through the streets of Rome, intoxicated by the wind.
However, her thoughts only lingered for a moment before Gretel rejected that idea.
Because she saw the white skateboard shoes on Anson's feet instead of leather shoes, standing on the skateboard, incompatible with the suit, but showing a wonderful feeling, a modern and fashionable, a kind of The trendy and flamboyant touch, in the year 2000, no one had ever worn it like this.
Jazz melody, with surging drum beats, surges under the skateboard.
Then, Gretel's mind flashed to the figure of the group of young and confused teenagers in the ending of "The Libertine" who boarded the train and gradually disappeared into the night. They finally embarked on an unknown journey to... Embrace a possibility, maybe happiness or pain, everything is waiting to be discovered.
Light and shadow flow with that figure.
Eyes. expression. limbs. The life force is stirring.
Fourth update.
(End of this chapter)