From Flower Vase to Film Emperor in Hollywood

Silence. Utter silence. The only sound was the frantic clicking of camera shutters amidst the gusts of wind.

No one had anticipated it, absolutely no one —

People hadn't expected that Anson, always rebellious and unrestrained, unconventional yet youthful, possessed an inherent elegance and nobility, a natural aristocratic air. It was a complete and utter surprise.

After all, Anson had always been the representative of the "common people."

To be precise, it wasn't so much nobility as it was the refinement accumulated from a scholarly family, the composure honed by the vicissitudes of time, unrelated to assets, titles, status, or class; it was an innate scholarly elegance.

Without a doubt, this was an Anson no one had ever seen before, not even at the Dior fashion show. He had once again given people a delightful surprise.

People also hadn't anticipated that Anson's inner rock and roll spirit could shine just as brightly on Chanel. The choice of a classic black and white tweed jacket was enough to subvert all the rules of men's fashion.

The impact was immense, so intense and fierce that the entire media temporarily forgot to speak. One by one, they reflexively pressed the shutter, their minds blank —

Starting with "GQ", Anson's every official appearance brought shock and innovation. So, how many more surprises were hidden within this treasure?

Not just the media, Anna Wintour was also stunned by Anson once again.

Thump. Thump.

Her heart pounded uncontrollably, a feverishness that was both indescribable and inexpressible surged through her. Now, Anna could finally confirm with one hundred percent certainty:

It was him.

History was changing, everything was happening.

And she would seize the opportunity again.

Head held high, taking a step forward, Anna, in a rare display, took the initiative to meet him, extending her right hand to Anson in invitation. The usually unsmiling "Devil Wears Prada" revealed a confident smile, welcoming him in the full glare of the audience.

Then.

The reporters finally snapped out of it, and their shouts erupted with astonishing force.

"Anson!"

"Anson, Anson, Anson, ah!"

"Here, Anson."

Without a doubt, this was a historic moment. Whether it was Anson's appearance or Anna's welcome, everything was a rare and important occasion.

No one should miss it.

The storm, fully ignited, the destructive energy shook all of Paris. It was hard to imagine that just forty-eight hours ago, Paris didn't even know Anson.

But now?

Anson was taken aback —

He didn't hide it.

Anson admitted that he hadn't fully realized the frenzy of the scene had reached such a degree. He reflexively turned his head to look at Edgar for guidance, but noticed that Edgar's footsteps, as he was getting out of the car, also faltered slightly.

Shock!

A torrent of heat rushed towards him like an avalanche.

It seemed that Edgar hadn't anticipated it either.

Anson couldn't understand, looking at Anna approaching him, "What's happening?"

In the overwhelming noise, Anna waved her hand, refusing to answer. She wouldn't do something so undignified as to shout.

Anna made an inviting gesture and stepped onto the red carpet with Anson.

"Ah, ah, ah!"

"Boom!"

The rolling heat continued to surge, the skin could feel the burning heat of the summer sun, but nothing could be seen in the line of sight, only a silver screen and an endless sea of dark figures.

Anson: What exactly happened in Paris in the past twenty-four hours?

The hoarse shouts came wave after wave, everyone trying to retain Anson, recording this moment with film, making the instant eternal.

The short red carpet seemed to have no end. Every step he took, he could hear the pleas of the photographers surging from all directions, covering him three hundred and sixty degrees without blind spots.

Literally, everyone craved a piece of Anson.

It wasn't until Anson and Anna entered the show that the roaring wave behind them subsided slightly. The film burned on site should be enough to fill the Seine.

The wildly gesticulating heat rushed into the tent like a dragon, but stirred up ripples in another way.

Then, Anson saw Anna's faint smile, "You happened."

Anson, "Huh?"

Anna didn't continue to explain, but looked Anson up and down, the gaze hidden behind her sunglasses once again revealing a hint of admiration —

Beautiful!

Even as seasoned as she was, she had to admit that Anson had truly brought a surprise, not just a mix-and-match, not just a breakthrough, but now injecting new energy into women's clothing as a base, bringing a completely different texture to men's clothing.

Perhaps the most eye-catching thing was the jacket, but in Anna's opinion, the real finishing touch was removing the tie, simplifying the complex, removing all the cumbersome elements, and making the jacket the focus; at the same time, relying on the tightly buttoned shirt to wrap the body, showing the abstinence of the nobility, completely different from the Dior fashion show the day before yesterday.

This was the truly amazing part.

When expectations had already reached a new height, Anson was still able to bring more surprises.

Anna nodded secretly in her heart, "You should enjoy the moments to come."

Before the words had even finished, Anson noticed the gazes surging from all directions, the looks as if they were staring at Little Red Riding Hood and the Big Bad Wolf.

One after another came forward to greet him —

Actors. Directors. Designers. Editors-in-chief, CEOs of film companies. Presidents of multinational distribution companies. Heirs to luxury brand groups. New tech tycoons. Nobles.

Just now, the third young master of the Louis Vuitton group brought a model forward to greet Anson. They talked and laughed happily and invited Anson to go skiing in Switzerland together for Christmas.

He was overwhelmed.

Then, Karl Lagerfeld appeared.

"Haha, I've already heard about it." Karl appeared unhurriedly in front of everyone, but stopped a few steps away from Anson and Anna. The rustling sounds subsided slightly, as if fading away, and all eyes turned to him, holding their breath.

The whole audience focused —

Logically speaking, at this moment Karl should be backstage preparing for the fashion show, busy with no time to spare. Even if the Queen of England came in person, he wouldn't have time to entertain her, ensuring the upcoming show went perfectly was the top priority.

However!

Karl appeared.

Karl left the backstage and temporarily put the fashion show aside to personally welcome Anson, this treatment was absolutely unique.

For a time, envious and jealous gazes completely devoured Anson.

In addition, there were also some gloating and some spectators watching the show, obviously they all understood what had happened and didn't think Karl's appearance was condescending to welcome Anson, but for —

Accountability.

Karl tilted his head slightly, the expression hidden behind his sunglasses unreadable, but a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, a playful but elusive smile, "Someone modified my design."

The air instantly froze.