Chapter 360 Talking while walking
"Oh, 'Roman Holiday', Audrey Hepburn and Gregory Peck, classic. But I think it should be 'Notting Hill', Julia Roberts and Hugh Grant."
"Ah, I know that movie, but Hugh is not a reporter in it?"
"But I think the photographer should be. In more modern times, he likes Julia Roberts and hates Meg Ryan at the same time.”
“Haha, it’s not necessary. I think it’s possible to like Julia and Meg at the same time.”
"Have you ever worked with them? Julia or Meg?"
"No, but I met them at the Golden Globes, and Julia is really cheerful and I love talking to her, you can feel it in her energy."
"See, so you are also a Julia."
"Oh, no, no, really not."
Laughing and laughing. .
Unknowingly, Winona was involved in Anson's rhythm, temporarily forgetting the existence of reporters and the eager gaze of paparazzi.
We had a great time talking.
Onsite reporter:? ? ?
What's going on?
They have all received the news that Winona was in unbearable pain during the catwalk, and even lost consciousness for a time. An onsite reporter had already taken photos; now, it was their turn to capture Winona's embarrassment and haggardness. The competition for the entertainment headlines of major newspapers tomorrow is expected to be very fierce:
Karl Lagerfeld? Anson Wood?
In a high probability event, Winona Ryder will win in the end. In the field of news, those who can grab attention and create stunts are always negative.
What’s the result? Is this it?
This is not the picture they want.
Not only is he calm and composed, not falling apart as expected at all; he is also friendly and cordial, with a clean smile and bright eyes showing a good state. Although a slight sickly look can still be seen between the eyebrows, he still cannot Cover up the beauty.
Luo Luo stood in front of the media so gracefully that the reporters who were ready to chase and intercept him suddenly braked and stayed in place.
One or two heads full of question marks.
And that’s not all.
Anson and Winona were not in a hurry to leave, taking their time, but obviously, they had no intention of stopping because of the reporters. Amidst the flashes and calls from the audience, the two Everyone walked away talking and laughing——
Yes, walking.
on site:? ? ?
Generally speaking, the fashion week is crowded with people. Not only are every show surrounded by media on three floors, especially the Chanel show; but the square near the Louvre is also full. Everyone is an audience, including guests present, busy buyers and passers-by who come to join in the fun.
Considering this situation, important guests often get in their cars directly after leaving the show, enter their vehicles, and leave the scene quickly.
Similar to the award ceremony, the moment when you can really get up close to these important guests is just a short journey in and out of the red carpet.
However, Anson and Winona did not get on the bus. After leaving the security guard at the scene, the two people continued to move forward like thousands of other spectators, naturally integrating into the scene and chatting while moving forward. , as if you really came to watch the show.
Is this normal?
Click, click, click, click.
The flash followed closely, and the reporters’ conditioned reflex was to keep up. Like a big tail, they followed sparsely behind the two people, continuing to pursue the strategy of chasing and blocking, but slowly and slowly, the reporters Stop, the artist should get on the bus, but why not?
When I regained my composure, I realized that they had already left the Chanel show.
What to do?
There are two choices in front of me. Return to the show and continue to shoot other guests as originally planned. Follow Anson and Winona to see what is going on.
During the brief hesitation, someone came out——
The paparazzi.
Some people say that the difference between paparazzi and reporters is that paparazzi are everywhere and follow you around the clock, specializing in breaking secrets.
This is not true, at least it should be said that it is not accurate. The core of paparazzi is to use any means necessary, and round-the-clock surveillance is only one of many methods. Other means include but are not limited to rummaging through trash, breaking into homes, intruding computers and other illegal activities. More importantly, they will anger the target of their tracking.
If the person being tracked cannot control his anger and beats the paparazzi, for the paparazzi, this is a victory, and the news they want will come out.
It’s like before your eyes.
The paparazzi quickly caught up with them. Their daze was short-lived and their surprise was short-lived. They quickly reacted and surrounded Anson and Winona again like wolves.
Then.
Attacks like a hyena.
Camera lenses attacked Anson and Winona one after another, one by one, as if they were preparing to stuff cameras into their pores. The lenses became weapons, creating an incredible sense of oppression. And attacking from the physical level, the temperature of the flash and the existence of the lens are unreasonably suppressed.
Click. Click. Click.
Every time I clicked the shutter, it was like a heavy punch hitting my stomach, causing muscles all over my body to spasm.
In the face of such a predicament and such a threat, it is not easy to stay calm. Therefore, not only artists, but also reporters from other media disdain the paparazzi’s despicable methods. This has no journalistic ethics at all. They even broke the law just to provoke and anger the other party.
Imagine if Winona collapsed at this time, or if Anson threw a punch, then the style of fashion week would be easily snatched away by these news, and then there would be a carnival party for the media.
Does anyone care about the truth?
Tight siege, sinister provocation and bayonet-scarred attack.
No, no one cares.
Even if they know the truth, people who eat melons will laugh and say sarcastic remarks, "You can't hit someone even if you are provoked", "You will lose anyway if you attack", "Public figures should take care of themselves more" That’s the right image,” blah blah blah.
Only when you are actually at the scene, only when you are really in it, can you feel the sharp edges of those fists that hit the flesh, cutting the skin bit by bit, and the smell of blood filled the air.
"Winona, do you have anything to say in response?"
"You already knew that, right?"
"Are you ready to condemn him? ?”
“Winona, what is your relationship with Anson?”
"Are you dating?"
"So, is this your response?"
"Were you and Anson before or after? Can you stretch the timeline?"
"Do you think this is your fault? Have you reviewed yourself."
"Anson, do you know that you have become a third party?"
Fighting in close combat will lead to bloodshed.
The bustling sounds intertwined and collided sharply, like chalk crossing a blackboard, squeaking on the eardrums, and the entangled language was dismantled and divided into scattered syllables. Scrambling to tear open the eardrum and drill into the blood vessels and brain.
The world is spinning.
When Anson's popularity collided with Winona's news, all the paparazzi in front of them lost their minds. One by two, they opened their mouths and claws, trying to tear apart the two people in front of them and swallow them alive. The Louvre exploded with incredible energy, and the air began to burn -
Paris is burning.
(End of this chapter)