From Flower Vase to Film Emperor in Hollywood

Bang!

A deafening sound exploded in Anna Wintour's mind, and she suddenly realized—

Things had happened, just like that.

Like countless historical moments, it happened silently and without warning, until years later when one realized the trajectory of history had completely changed.

Looking back and tracing the time, one would discover that the turning point was right there, an unbelievable but natural change.

The same was true at this moment.

Although Anna knew that Steven and Tom were not interested in fashion at all and had come with other purposes, she had no mind to take care of these two outsiders at this time.

Quietly, Anna's eyes followed Anson's steps, unable to move away, her heart pounding wildly.

But now, Anna could at least be sure of one thing:

Those who missed this event would regret it.

Of course, they wouldn't "miss" it—

After the show, they could watch the product catalog, watch photos and videos, read news reports, and hear on-site reconstructions from word of mouth from industry insiders.

They would not be abandoned by the times; but not being able to witness history up close on the scene was their loss.

From last year's "GQ", the intermittent discussions had not stopped.

Could it be that men's fashion was really about to usher in a fateful turning point?

At first, it was a kind of ridicule, not taken seriously at all; then, it was a kind of doubt, a kind of provocation, and the formal discussions that finally unfolded were still dominated by negative opinions.

Immediately afterwards, it was a kind of attention, a kind of confusion, and the undercurrents in the industry were surging.

However, even so, hesitant, hesitant, confused, and other swaying views still dominated, and Anna herself was not too sure—

Therefore, the cooperation with Anson was an exploration and an adventure.

Anna wanted to clear the fog and find the final answer through her own attempts.

Until now.

Anna knew that change had arrived.

The melody in her ears was still psychedelic and joyful, breaking through imagination and entering reality, "Everyone wants to rule the world…"

Obviously, Hedi Slimane knew what he was doing and was doing it very well.

… …

"Wonderful!"

Turning a corner, Anson entered the backstage and could see Hedi facing him, staring intently, clapping his hands gently, his eyes shining.

A look was enough—

To be honest, Anson wasn't sure either.

Not being nervous was one thing, but not being sure how he performed was another.

This was Anson's first show, not only did he need to live up to Hedi's expectations and take on Dior's responsibility, but he also needed to face Steven and Tom's observation.

Everything was full of chaos.

Just now, Anson was completely immersed in the role, so he didn't have time to look at the scene.

He didn't even know how many people came to the show, let alone pay attention to the positions of Steven and Tom.

Everything was chaotic, so naturally he couldn't know how his "audition" went.

Now, getting affirmation from Hedi was undoubtedly good news.

Hedi didn't say much, but his shy eyes sparkled with bright light, and joy and happiness quietly surged between his brows.

A brief exchange of glances with Anson made his heart surge uncontrollably.

However, Anson didn't have time to exchange pleasantries, the show was still going on.

Nodding slightly, Anson gave Hedi a big smile and continued to stride forward.

The show director also silently gave Anson two thumbs up, using a smile to express encouragement and affirmation, which made Anson's shoulder line relax slightly and move forward quickly.

Unlike the bright and beautiful front, the entire backstage appeared crowded and chaotic.

However, there was order in the chaos.

Amidst the bustling crowd, a passage was still left to ensure that Anson could pass by the models preparing to go on stage without hindrance and arrive at his exclusive gantry, where an assistant was already on standby.

He was responsible for preparing the next set of clothes, and Anson could be seen from afar unbuttoning his shirt; when Anson arrived, he immediately squatted down to help take off his pants.

Up and down, they cooperated tacitly.

Occasionally, if he wasn't careful, he might take off his close-fitting clothes to his ankles; but at the show, everything was busy and chaotic, with no lingering or ambiguity at all, because there was no time.

He hurriedly put his close-fitting clothes back on, continued to put on the next set of clothes, and then had to go on stage.

Work was work.

He prepared as quickly as possible in the shortest amount of time, but he didn't even have time to breathe.

He could already hear the stage manager calling Anson's name in front.

Taking two steps in three steps, Anson had already returned to the entrance to the stage.

Hedi stepped forward as soon as possible to check Anson's clothing and styling, while an assistant was holding a small makeup box next to him to wipe sweat, absorb oil, and touch up makeup, while Anson was responsible for adjusting his breathing rhythm.

He had just finished, and the sound of "next standby" came from the front.

One step forward, make some adjustments—

"Go!"

Then, Anson went on stage again.

As soon as he appeared on the stage, he could feel the air stagnating slightly again.

There was no sound of whispering, only the interweaving of eyes and the surging of emotions, which crashed down like a stormy sea.

Unexpected, completely unexpected.

This time, Anson still chose a black and white outfit, but the temperament was completely different from the first set.

In terms of clothing, the choice of shirt and suit pants was simply a copy and paste without any new ideas; but what about matching the same shirt and suit pants with a leather jacket and leather boots?

The texture of the leather immediately became tough.

Different tailoring, different lines, different combinations, the whole texture was completely different, and the finishing touch was a silk narrow black tie, loosely hanging on the neck, revealing a bit of rebellion and laziness.

Just a change of outfit, and the Anson in front of him immediately became dangerous.

He was so fragile and lonely just now, but now he seemed like a fallen angel who had broken his chains and spread his wings, licking the blood flowing from the corner of his mouth, the smile hidden in the cold and tough facial lines.

Fatal.

Dangerous.

Unbelievable, but it was really being staged in front of him, directly showing the charm of fashion, switching in a second.