From Flower Vase to Film Emperor in Hollywood

In Hollywood, it's common for actresses to try on thirty to fifty outfits when choosing attire for award ceremonies. Preparations for attending the Oscars often begin four or five months in advance, involving a long and arduous process because they need to stand out among the dazzling competition.

But clearly, men's options are much simpler:

Suits. Suits. Or, more suits?

Just now, Eve kept asking Anson to change into different styles of suits, not to be picky, but to observe, while her brain worked at high speed.

At this moment, in work mode, one could sense Eve's clear thinking and well-defined goals amidst her decisive actions, truly showcasing her professionalism.

"Generally speaking, newcomers have an image, a label. This is the first step, and we need to constantly deepen this impression to gain an initial foothold."

"Anson is the same."

"So far, Anson's formal appearances in public have been perfect, and a handsome image has already taken shape. If there are no accidents, the Emmy Awards will be a good opportunity to further deepen that impression. We can easily attract the attention of countless women."

"However."

"The situation is different now. Anson is vying for an important role…"

Eve noticed the staff working busily around them. Regardless of whether they were eavesdropping, she was cautious and didn't say "Spider-Man."

"You also said that the director currently thinks Anson is too handsome, which doesn't fit the role's requirements."

"So, we now need to create a different, brand-new image, far removed from the current one, even forming a complete contrast, and then let the director see it, telling the crew in this way, 'Hey, idiots, you'll definitely regret it if you miss Anson.'"

The pace was very fast.

Eve poured out information like a machine gun, spitting it out rapidly.

Edgar was able to keep up, his mind racing, "But how do we ensure that the director and crew see it? After all, this is the Emmy Awards."

It wasn't looking down on the Emmy Awards, but in the year 2000, the gap between the film and television industries was still relatively obvious.

For those in the film industry, they liked television and respected it, but they wouldn't pay attention to it. Even if film actors occasionally made guest appearances on television or starred in mini-series, the film industry would see it as just a hobby or a vacation, or that the future of the film industry was already bleak.

To some extent, they had a condescending perspective.

So, are the Emmy Awards important?

Important.

But, do filmmakers pay attention to the Emmy Awards?

No.

It was that simple.

Eve rolled her eyes and glanced at Edgar out of the corner of her eye, "That's our job, don't you think? Even if they don't care at all and can't see it, we still have to make them see it. You have your profession, and I have mine, but I believe we can get them to see the news."

Edgar was slightly stunned, and then the smile on the corner of his mouth couldn't help but rise slightly, "You're right. That's our job."

Edgar was a little eager to try.

Eve withdrew her gaze and looked forward again, saying casually, "I'm always right. Always."

Swish.

The curtains were pulled open again, and Anson, wearing a brand-new suit, appeared again—

Silence.

There wasn't a single sound on the scene, no praise, no criticism, not even breathing.

Anson was puzzled, lowered his head to look at his clothes, and then turned to look at the mirror, "What's wrong? I think this one is good. It's a style I haven't tried before, but it's quite interesting."

Anson also ignored Eve and Edgar, looking at the shop assistant, "What is this one?"

The shop assistant was not tired at all, having long adapted to such intensity, and showed a smile, "Dior."

Anson was very surprised, "I haven't tried Dior before." Then he turned around and looked at the two people in front of him, "Opinions?"

It wasn't that Edgar didn't react, but his eyes lit up. Even though he thought he was very familiar with Anson, he saw a completely new side of Anson again.

And he was amazed by it.

Edgar turned to look at Eve.

Eve quietly stared at Anson, her eyes fixed on him for a long, long time, and then the smile on the corner of her mouth rose little by little, and her eyes sparkled with light and charm, "Perfect."

At this moment, Eve looked at Edgar, "This is an Anson I haven't seen before."

Edgar, "I haven't seen it either."

Eve's eyes flashed with satisfaction, and she couldn't help but look at Anson again, "Now, we need the director to see it too."

Anson looked up and down at his clothes, "So, it's this one?"

Eve nodded slightly, "Yes, it's this one. Oh, God, I love my job. I can't wait for the director to see this look."

Edgar added, "And Anna Wintour."

Eve turned to look at Edgar, blinked, and gave him a wink, "Yes, and Anna Wintour. Not bad, you reacted quickly, worthy of praise."

Edgar: ??? Even if it's praise, it's not your turn, right?

Eve had already withdrawn her gaze, clapped her hands, "Very good, next are the accessories."

Like clothing, accessories also need sponsorship. Women's jewelry is often worth hundreds of thousands or millions of dollars, but they don't own it themselves. It all comes from sponsorship; men's watches, jewelry, accessories, etc. are the same. No one will pay for these things out of their own pocket.

Naturally, big brand sponsors are more willing to sponsor superstars; as for newcomers, they often have no sponsorship, and the cost of attending an awards ceremony can leave them heavily in debt and bankrupt. But if they have the help of a top agent or a top public relations company, that's another matter.

Eve, "Edgar, what age range is Anson's character challenging? Although we need to show different temperaments, it can't be too outrageous, and we still need to be close to the character."

"Eighteen? Twenty at most," Edgar gave an answer.

Eve laughed directly, "Ho ho, I'm glad I asked, then Rolex is out. We don't want Anson to look like a forty-year-old Wall Street elite. Although the temperament is completely different, mature women will definitely scream for him, but the director shouldn't be interested."

"Eighteen… eighteen… eighteen…"

While muttering, Eve strode forward and became busy again, the excitement in her eyes completely undisguised, and her eyes became brighter and brighter.

First update.