Rebirth of top photographers

Chapter 125 A tense awards ceremony! (First update of [-] words)
In the capital, in the nanny car heading to the airport, Wei Seya was curled up and lying in the back seat, staring at the mobile phone in front of her.

"Yaya, what are you looking at?" Her agent, Sister Xuan, came over from the front row and asked curiously.

"I'm watching Gesai awarding the award." Wei Seya showed her the phone.

"Gesai? What is that?" Sister Xuan is a 30-year-old woman who doesn't know much about the photography industry, so she doesn't know this.

"It's the Oscars of photography." Wei Seya explained.

"Oh, look at this, why are you laughing so happily? I thought you were watching a comedy." Sister Xuan picked up the mirror at hand and looked at her makeup.

"This host is quite interesting." Wei Seya chuckled. She couldn't help but laugh because she saw Chen Pingsheng in the camera and saw him wearing a suit for the first time.

"Okay, let's take a rest after reading this. We still have several announcements to make."

"Okay, Sister Xuan." Wei Seya simply put the pillow behind her head, lay on the back seat, and squinted at Gesai's awards live broadcast.

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"Dad, come on, let's start." Lin Zishan was sitting on the sofa on the second floor of Xijiao Studio and shouted downstairs. Opposite was a curtain with a projector projecting the awards ceremony.

"Here we come." Boss Lin hurriedly grabbed a few bottles of drinks and hurried upstairs, handing them to his daughter and sitting on the sofa.

"Do you think Chen Pingsheng can win the prize?" Lin Zishan opened the bottle cap of the drink without taking his eyes off the screen.

Boss Lin clicked his tongue and said, "Who knows, I'm not a qualifying judge."

"So the competition jury will not like his work?" Lin Zishan replied.

"If I knew, Dad, I wouldn't be sitting here now." Boss Lin muttered, and continued: "Don't worry, I think Chen Xiaozi's work is definitely fine."

"Yeah, I think it's okay too." Lin Zishan nodded in agreement.

Boss Lin covered his face: "It's over, there's no hope."

"What can't be saved?" Lin Zishan turned around to look at him after hearing this.

"It's nothing, daughter, why do you care about him so much?" Boss Lin couldn't help but asked curiously.

"He is the only one nominated for a domestic award, and he is also a friend. I don't care who he cares about?" Hearing this, Lin Zishan looked at his father with some confusion.

"Okay, pretend I didn't ask." Boss Lin asked for trouble, took a sip of wine and ate a peanut.

While they were watching, some friends who were familiar with Chen Pingsheng were also watching Gesai, including his parents.

Regarding this matter, Chen Pingsheng did not hide it from his family. After all, regardless of whether he won an award or not, it was big news for his parents.

Being on TV or at award ceremonies, even if just one name appears, it is worth talking about to the neighbors.

Especially in the acquaintance society in the Northeast, what elders like to talk about during New Years and holidays is how much money their juniors earned this year, what school they were admitted to, or how good a partner they are with.

Even when several older generations are sitting together drinking, they will call their children over to read poems and perform talents.

Chen Pingsheng hated this kind of formalism the most when he was a child. He often opposed his parents, but when he grew up, he could understand their thoughts. After all, the focus of life is on the children, and for them, the children are their face.

This cannot be said to be right or wrong, I can only say that the positions are different.

And now that Chen Pingsheng had such a big opportunity to show his face outside, he naturally told his mother immediately and asked them to watch the live broadcast in time.

This is not only an apology for traveling far away, but also a reward for my parents' expectations.

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At this time, the competition award ceremony has officially begun!

The auditorium has been completely plunged into darkness, only the stage lights are bright, and the golden decorations shine under its illumination.The red auditorium was filled with photographers and artists from all over the world. Everyone's eyes were focused on the only host, staring at his every move.

The host, a blond middle-aged man from the famous American Art TV Channel, showed no panic or stage fright at all. He confidently walked to the front of the stage and raised the microphone: "Welcome to the Freeze World Grand Prix Awards Ceremony. I'm your old friend, Cornel!"

Applause sounded immediately, adding a lively atmosphere to the entire auditorium.

Then the host Cornell went through the normal process, first introducing the members of the organizing committee of the Gesai and the chairman Mr. Erikson.

Afterwards, various artists and celebrities who were invited were introduced.

Including representatives from well-known camera manufacturers at home and abroad, as well as several best-selling authors and well-known painters.

But among them, the most noteworthy one is Mr. Li Yuanming, a world-famous installation artist.This is China's most well-known artist internationally. His works are often exhibited abroad and even circulate at high prices in the auction market.

Chen Pingsheng has a high respect for this kind of big man. Although art has no borders, people have borders.

Artists who have become famous through their works have a legendary experience behind them.

After completing these procedures, Cornell temporarily left the stage, and the stage was temporarily handed over to a foreign punk band to warm up.

Chen Pingsheng listened to the song and knew that the topic would come next.

Sure enough, after the band finished playing, Mr. Erickson, the chairman, walked onto the stage with Cornell.

"Gentlemen and ladies, welcome you again to the Freeze World Grand Prix awards ceremony." Mr. Ericson took the microphone and said with a smile.There was no teleprompter board in his hand, and there was no teleprompter board across the stage. It could be seen that he was completely memorizing the script and improvising.

"Gesai has gone through 21 years. During this period, countless outstanding photographers and photographic works have emerged. And Gesai has always assumed the important responsibility of exploring the boundaries of photography and expanding the width and depth of photography. Every year, we There will always be a focused theme, and this year, do you know what it is?”

Mr. Erikson paused as he spoke, and someone in the audience immediately responded loudly: "Innovation!"

"Innovation...yes." Mr. Erikson raised his eyebrows: "You are right, this is the theme of our competition! New fashion, new geography, new concept!" He said the last three words Used a very strong tone.

"So we put a lot of judges out of work." He said this without forgetting to joke.

"You know, every day I worry that when I open my eyes, many old men will stand beside my bed with crutches, asking me why I kicked them out of the judging panel!" Mr. Ericson said in a joking and humorous tone.

"Hahahaha." The audience laughed immediately.

"Fortunately, they can't run as fast as me." Mr. Ericson said while making a running gesture.

Everyone was amused again.After a moment, "Okay, I'm sorry, I lied." Unexpectedly, Mr. Erikson suddenly changed his face and said seriously: "Actually, they voluntarily withdrew from the jury."

After a pause, "Why?" He looked puzzled: "Why do these masters do this?"

Mr. Erikson asked himself questions and said with a slightly excited tone: "Because the influence of photography is weakening year by year! Friends! The photos we take are gradually losing their original audience! Take a look at this string of data."

The big screen behind him immediately synchronized the sales of photography albums in the past ten years and the number of viewers at major film festivals.

From the initial peak, this year, it has dropped to the lowest point in history.A perfect downward curve stimulates the audience's nerves without any ups and downs.

For a while, the audience was silent.

"Why does this happen? Why are our viewers unwilling to look at photos? Is it because of the video? Or is it because of the art? No, neither! I researched this for a long time, and then I found..." Erikson The teacher said word by word: "It's not the audience that has betrayed us, but we, the audience!"

"The world is changing, my friend. But most of us photographers are still staying in the same place, holding the tatters passed down by their ancestors as cherished things that no one can desecrate!" Mr. Ericson At this point, the voice has completely risen.

"This is, a mistake! A very big mistake!"

"What are we? We are photographers! We are observers of human society, exposers of the other side of the world, and challengers of the inherent order! Rather than a group of cowards who only know how to please the powerful!" The vocabulary he used made everyone present feel uncomfortable. My blood boils and I feel moved.

"But what are we photographing now? The same scenery, a society full of stereotypes, and the infinite worship of power." Mr. Ericson stretched out his hand and grasped it hard: "Where is our own new fashion? Photography Where is the innovation in photography in the world?”

He let go of his hand and lowered his voice: "I'm sorry, I didn't see it."

Mr. Ericson paused for a moment and returned to the center of the stage: "So the purpose of our awards this time is to explore the innovation of photography and find works that are in line with the current trend of the times."

"This will be the theme that will set the world in the next few years, and will also be the trend in the photography industry in the next few years. We encourage young photographers, encourage all young people with bold ideas, not to be afraid of trial and error, and not afraid of authority." He smiled: “The door to the world of stop-motion is open to all friends who have a dream of photography, and it will never be closed.”

After saying this, he changed the subject: "In this competition, I saw many extremely creative works. They were either serious, relaxed, calm, or gloomy. They left a very deep impression on me, especially It is one of those works that breaks the current inherent understanding of photography in a certain category and creates a new world. I believe everyone will fall in love with it after watching it."

"Okay, I'll stop here and leave the stage to Cornell."

Cornell stepped forward and exaggeratedly looked at the audience and winked: "What else do I need to say? Hasn't the position of host been given to Mr. Ericsson? Oh my God, I still have a job? I think Get off work, Mom!”

The director gave Mr. Ericson a shot in time, and he winked and spread his hands to express that it was only temporary.

The atmosphere at the scene suddenly became warm again, and everyone's face returned to its previous smile.

"Okay, okay. Who told me to take the money?" After Cornel joked, his expression became serious: "Next, is the award ceremony that we are all looking forward to! First of all, the first one is going to The awards presented are..."

The big screen changed into different words according to his words, and it was not until he said the name of the award that it finally settled.

"Landscape Category Award!"

Cornell took out his cards and read: "The No. 1 winner is Gianni Juano from Malaysia! The No. 2 winner is Cosi Harper from Switzerland. The third place is Eve Vick from the United States. Si.”

“Congratulations on winning the Landscape Category Award!”

Along with his hosting, the category awards were announced one by one, and photographers, either young or in their prime, came to the stage to accept the awards from the organizing committee.

Seeing how excited they were, Chen Pingsheng began to become a little nervous.

After all, if he was going to go on stage to receive the award, he would definitely have something to say. Although he had prepared some lines in advance, it still made people feel a little uneasy when he arrived at the scene.

As for the black brother sitting next to him, his legs had begun to shake at this time, and he was constantly rising and falling, looking a little restless.

"Hey, man, why are you so nervous?" Chen Pingsheng patted his arm curiously.

"Oh, God, I feel like my heart is going to jump out." The black brother was startled and almost jumped up. Fortunately, he stopped the car in time and did not get up rashly.

He turned around and shook hands with Chen Pingsheng. Chen Pingsheng could feel that his palms were all sweaty, and he seemed to be extremely nervous.

"What's wrong? Is your award coming soon?"

The black man nodded: "I won the second prize for portrait. Oh, I'm really nervous. Sorry." He picked up a handkerchief to wipe his sweat.

"This is my first time coming to China, and my first time participating in the competition awards. My mother hugged me before I left and said that people should not underestimate the Hawke children, but there are so many people here, my God. If I were asked to speak on stage, I would go crazy, seriously!"

Chen Pingsheng could see that this guy was really afraid of society, and he was a little awkward in what he said.

So he patted him on the back kindly: "Relax, man, I'm just going up on stage to receive the award. If you need to speak, just say thank you to your mother and thank you for your faith. It's very simple, isn't it?"

"Is it really that simple?" The black brother said in a somewhat disbelieving tone.

"Of course, don't watch them talk a lot, that's not important, man. Just say thank you, mom." Chen Pingsheng gave him an idea.

Each winner can say a few words, but if it was the black man's turn, he would probably have to perform a Chinese New Year kowtow to the audience on the spot.

"Okay, thank you. Thank you mom, thank God. Thank mom, thank God. Oh, man, I feel better." The black brother looked at Chen Pingsheng gratefully and introduced himself: "My name is Hawke Gary."

"Chen Pingsheng."

"Okay, Chen. Thank mom, thank God." Hawke began to repeat these two sentences again.

At this moment, host Cornell announced the top three winners in the portrait category.

"Congratulations to Hakim Shaffer, Hawke Galli, and Kawauchi Mishima for winning the top three prizes in the portrait category! Please come on stage."

"Oh my god, it's my turn! It's really my turn!" Hawke was a little at a loss.

Chen Pingsheng immediately pushed his back and asked him to stand up: "It's your turn, man, come on. Thank you mom, thank God!"

"Okay, I get it!" Hawke swallowed, stretched the collar around his neck, and walked towards the stage.

Chen Pingsheng looked at his back and smiled, then clenched his fists to cheer himself up.

"In my life, it's no problem. If I win an award, I can just say whatever I want and be done with it!"

But his legs shook uncontrollably.

"Damn, Hawke's making me a little nervous too."

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(End of this chapter)