Chapter 343 Role Playing
Taking a deep breath, Steven tried to calm down, although it was not easy -
The restraints and restraints of fashion shows were firmly bound Stopping, it 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.
Suffering.
Total suffering.
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.
Huh?
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 psychedelic and gorgeous electronic drum beat in the background music, and was dazzled -
"Welcome to your There is no turning back in life. Even if we fall asleep, we can still find that you are fighting hard and resisting natural instinct..."
Steven was stunned, this...
This is "Everybody-Wants-To-Rule-The-World", performed by the rock band Tears-For-Fear ) was released in 1985 and is still the greatest and most legendary hit of the 1980s.
Sure enough -
"Everyone wants to rule the world..."
The song expresses the inner madness and the inner madness in a cheerful and psychedelic way, as well as the inner madness behind the madness. The fear and brokenness conveyed the uneasiness and anxiety of the Cold War at that time. Although there are no stimulating words in the lyrics, the sadness is vividly displayed in the light and jumping 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.
Then the model appeared -
Slender and slender.
Tall and straight.
There is no runway set up at the Dior show today. The models and the audience stand on the same level. The audience does not need to raise their heads high to look up at the models; however, in the cold ivory light, the figure steps in the hazy light and shadow. When he came, his thin and slender figure looked extraordinarily tall.
Black suit, black trousers, white shirt——
Tacky?
No, not at all.
The suits and trousers are made of silk fabric with a drapey texture, which flows down the body lines like water, wrapping the body softly and docilely; it is not 100% slim, but it outlines the body proportions delicately and accurately. The lines of shoulders, arms, waist, and 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 with the steps forward. The body lines are vaguely visible, but completely felt. Less sexy, more of an uninhibited 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 kind of temperament that he doesn't like or even sneers at can't explain but can't take his eyes away.
One step. One more step.
The figure is coming towards you. Light and shadow naturally flow 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 those cold and aloof blue eyes. Little by little it became brighter in the mist, as if he was the only one in the world.
——Anson Wood.
Steven was slightly stunned, his brain stopped functioning and he could hardly react. So, is it Anson?
It’s different, completely different. They were two different people from that day in the studio and at dinner, 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 innocent purity and The simplicity, innocence, and charming temperament carry a quality unique to France that seems out of reach.
Is this really Anson?
"...There must be a corner that light cannot reach. You and I watch the world collapse with our fingers clasped tightly, and we are by your side when things happen. I am glad that we have finally completed it, but it is a pity that everything will eventually disappear, everyone They all want to rule the world. "
The music is spinning and jumping, and the whole world is spinning with it, so crazy and gorgeous, but uncontrollably sad -
As if, Anson is alone. One person versus the whole world.
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, just walking alone on the catwalk, gathering the eyes of the world, his thin shoulders seemed to be unable to bear the weight anymore.
However, his steps were so firm and his back was so straight. The tenacity and uprightness emanating from the inside out firmly held the reins, and he single-handedly maintained the world before it fell apart. .
The same goes for Frank Abagnale Jr.
He is just a child, hiding his fragility and pain in those empty splendors, running and escaping and running, but he doesn'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 spot 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 gorgeous and coquettish, flamboyant and unrestrained, gorgeous and wanton red color 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 crazy, but also flamboyant, wanton, and surging, the billowing red waves followed the footsteps with 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)