The Best Actor in the Vase of Meiyu

Chapter 83 Breaking free from bondage
puff.

There was a laugh from the side, 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 his mouth slightly raised, and his serious expression completely relaxed, and the low air pressure quietly released the pressure.

puff.

Then there was another laugh, but this time he couldn't control it. It spread from ten to ten and spread throughout the studio in an instant.

There was a lot of laughter.

The only exception was Anson.

Anson spread his hands and said calmly, "People still need some loopholes, otherwise it will be too perfect and have no sense of reality."

what.

Total laughter.

Gretel is no exception.

Anson walked up on his own initiative and stood next to Gretel and Bruce.

"I'm sorry, you didn't suppress your voice at all in the conversation just now, and you didn't 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 that your harm is over, I can express my opinion. ?"

Hahaha.

The atmosphere was completely relaxed.

Even Bruce's expressionless face could see the corners of his mouth rising slightly.

Gretel tightened her lips and tried to show a professional and objective attitude, "Of course, what do you think?"

Anson did not speak immediately, but moved his eyes back and forth between Gretel and Bruce to ensure that both people were focused before speaking.

"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 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 looked at Anson with a smile in her eyes, "Are you already eager to leave the studio?"

Anson looked up to the sky and said, "Hallelujah."

Gretel's smile fully blossomed and she could no longer maintain her professional supermodel face. She didn't hesitate for too long this time, "However, Bruce can't give any styling advice."

"but me?"

"I think the look is complete and doesn't need to be changed. To be honest, I can't understand Bruce's thinking, we are not thinking in the same way."

Anson smiled and said, "I have some ideas about this matter."

Gretel was stunned for a moment, 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 stunning in an instant.

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, "Why don't 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 decision-making power and decision-making power at the studio, which also meant that she had to bear the responsibility if something went wrong. After calming down, she finally realized how crazy the whole thing was, a little bit more exciting. Apart from being excited, it is inevitable that there is also a little bit of nervousness.

then.

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——

Today's Melrose is not considered 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 a kind of oil painting texture, which is natural. Exudes 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 where the suit and Melrose will collide.

Wow.

The warehouse door opened, and Gretel looked over. Bruce was walking in the front.

The same, but also 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 was immersed in work, he always liked to wear that turban, which to him was the equivalent of a talismanic mascot.

Gretel's eyes lit up slightly when she saw the scarf, and there was a hint of excitement in her voice, "Bruce?"

Bruce made an "OK" gesture toward Gretel, "Ready."

There is no dialogue and no explanation.

Bruce immediately got into working mode, trotted 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 while, Bruce was ready. He looked at the warehouse again and shouted like a gun fired in the 100-meter race in the Olympics.

"Anson!"

There was no sound immediately in the warehouse.

Quiet.

It 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 -

Bones.

The sound of the rollers rubbing against the ground grew closer and closer, and a figure broke free from the shackles of darkness and ran all the way, just like the monsoon over the Pacific passing through the San Fernando Valley, bringing a lush green color to the face. The gentle breeze lifted the hems of clothes, saying goodbye to spring and heading towards summer lightly. The arms rippled away.

Anson appeared.

The suit is still the same suit, the standard three-piece suit of white shirt and black suit.

But the styling 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. He just uses his neck as a clothes hanger and throws it away, fluttering in the wind, as if he might catch the wind at any time. And go, all etiquette and rules are 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 perfectly fits the condition of the top, and all restraints All disappeared.

Dirty? Messy? undisciplined?

No.

Chic. Merry. dissolute.

The suit has become an accessory, and the clothes are just a pile of fabric. All the light is concentrated on the man, shining brightly.

At first glance, Gretel thought of "La Dolce Vita". In that quiet night, Marcello-Mastroianni and Anita-Ekberg drove in Speeding 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, trendy and public 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 may be pain, everything is waiting to be discovered.

Light and shadow flow with that figure.

Eyes. expression. limbs. The life force is stirring.

　The fourth update.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)