From Flower Vase to Film Emperor in Hollywood

Drip. Drip. Drip.

In the corner of his eye, Anson could see Edgar's index finger tapping lightly on his knee. Despite his composure and calm expression, which betrayed no nervousness or unease, a small gesture revealed the truth. A tense atmosphere quietly filled the small car, becoming more pronounced as they approached the Louvre.

A smile touched Anson's eyes. "There's really no need to worry so much. There are countless heavyweight guests attending the Chanel fashion show today. I'm just a small fry making a cameo. No one will pay me any special attention."

Seeing Anson's ease, Eddie couldn't help but glance at Edgar: Are you sure you're not going to tell Anson about the media frenzy yesterday?

Edgar returned Eddie's look: Do you think Anson doesn't know?

With Anson's keenness, he should be aware. He must have seen through the cracks; but the point is, in the age of print media, information gathering wasn't so efficient. Not to mention Anson, even Edgar couldn't accurately judge the level of hype and traffic, or what kind of situation they would face today.

Perhaps, Anson was right—

Attention is attention, but this is the Chanel fashion show, filled with countless top figures. Even if people pay attention to Anson, it shouldn't be too exaggerated. After all, one or two top brands will be attending the fashion show.

Anson noticed the exchange of glances. "Even if we regret it, it's too late to turn back now. So, we might as well face this storm head-on."

Edgar gave a wry smile—

Indeed, a storm.

Anson had the audacity to modify Karl Lagerfeld's design, of all people!

That was Karl Lagerfeld! The Kaiser of the fashion world for forty years! The Old Buddha whose words could change a person's destiny!

Not just in the fashion industry, his powerful connections extended throughout the entertainment industry. Maybe he couldn't make it rain in the film industry, but setting up obstacles to make life miserable for some new actors was a piece of cake.

However! But!

Anson actually modified Karl's design, and this was after Karl personally invited Anson to attend the fashion show and graciously sent over a custom-made suit. Anson actually didn't know what was good for him and tampered with the design?

What, did Anson think he was, a designer more amazing than Karl Lagerfeld?

Why doesn't he just fly to the sky!

So, how exactly did things develop to this point?

Edgar began to question his life.

In Anson's words, from the beginning, he was an outsider, an intruder, a disruptor, and Karl and Anna were no exception.

Was their curiosity about Anson really because Anson was the chosen one, showered with love and favor?

No, of course not.

It was a novelty, a curiosity, an exploration.

If Anson lost that momentum and followed the rules obediently, yes, he could avoid offending Karl, but it would also mean he was no different from countless other passersby. The novelty would quickly wear off, and Karl and Anna could turn around and find a replacement.

People say that Hollywood is fickle, but the fashion world is truly changing with each passing day. The emergence and elimination of new faces leave no time to react.

"I am like this, Eddie is like this, and to be precise, Karl and Anna themselves have survived wave after wave of brutal elimination. Conservatism has never been an option."

It was this last remark that rekindled Eddie's inspiration towards Anson, prompting him to extend a helping hand to Anson, according to Anson's ideas to complete the improvement—

Boldly and madly tinkering with Karl's design.

Succeed or die trying.

Now, the dice had been cast, and there was no turning back.

But looking back, he couldn't help but feel lingering fear.

Edgar's heart was pounding, and tension and unease were burning in his stomach; but in the end, he found reason and regained his composure.

Anson was right. The "Spider-Man" audition was an adventure, and so was "Catch Me If You Can"; now it seemed that the situation they had opened up in the fashion field was an unexpected gain; maybe they should continue to be bold—

Fear, that was an excuse left for the mediocre.

Taking a deep breath, Edgar also regained his courage. "Dancing with the storm, that's our strength, it always has been, right?"

Before he could even capture the sound of the shutter, tinnitus had already judged in his mind like a tsunami, and both vision and hearing lost their function at the same time.

A barrage of strikes rained down, so much so that Anson was dizzy and full of question marks:

Wh... what's going on?

The whole place was silent, with only the sound of the shutter and flash pouring down, and thousands of eyes were all on Anson.

A pearl-white shirt, ink-black trousers, and slightly bulky round-toe leather shoes, a simple combination with nothing special, but from the lines and tailoring, one could see the noble academic style that Karl injected into Chanel, and the simple and neat proportions just right outlined the aristocratic temperament.

Elegant and noble.

If it were just that, it would just be Chanel's basic operation, amazing is amazing, classic is classic, but lacking some adventure—

Conservative. Basic.

That's probably it.

Maybe people would still sigh at Anson's handsomeness, after all, the completion of fashion still relies on looks and body shape; but the heat won't last long.

The key is, it's not just that.

The jacket.

Anson's jacket was very special.

This is a Chanel classic black and white plaid jacket, actually!

Chanel's classic tweed plaid jacket, undoubtedly a legendary design, but a little carelessness may become a "grandmother"; and it is often defined as women's clothing.

In fact, in 2022 and 2023, this classic jacket design swept the men's fashion world, showing the unique charm of men in a more tough, younger and more concise way, which is definitely a beautiful landscape.

However, in 2001, this was simply a shocking breakthrough.

The hem of the jacket is shorter, slightly revealing the waist, you can see the shirt, waistband, belt completely wrapped out of the narrow waist; plus the straight and tough shoulder lines outline the broad shoulders, the entire upper body ratio instantly form a visual impact; and simply and neatly abandon the tie, without any matching, just button all the shirt collars neatly.

Rough and gentle, simple and elegant, retro and unrestrained.

Even more commendable is that there is no cumbersome hem, which forms a sharp contrast with the Armani-led suit jackets that block the hip lines, and further highlights the youthful and sporty temperament on the basis of Karl Lagerfeld, and the whole person appears more light.

A sense of relaxation, mixed with youthful breath, is coming.

Then, the whole place went crazy, completely crazy.