From Flower Vase to Film Emperor in Hollywood

The trip to Paris came to an end in the blink of an eye. It felt like a lifetime had passed in just a few short days.

Nothing happened between Anson and Winona that afternoon.

As Anson said, they simply strolled along the Seine, walking through the orange sunset, without running or dodging, just chatting.

The paparazzi who followed them all the way felt very helpless.

The paparazzi firmly believed that there might be a turning point or an accident, but they waited and waited, and nothing happened, which was terribly boring.

Originally, the paparazzi wanted to fabricate a scandal—

Creating something out of nothing is the paparazzi's specialty.

But the problem was that after leaving the encirclement, Anson and Winona maintained a polite distance, with no ambiguity at all, just like friends.

Of course, they could take things out of context, they could interpret the pictures and tell a story, "Anson and Winona are dating while strolling along the Seine." There were pictures and stories, and the general public could use their imagination; but the exposure was too high today, with countless eyewitnesses around, including media colleagues, making it much more difficult to talk nonsense.

A little carelessness, and the truth would come out, which might make the paparazzi the target of public criticism, standing on the cusp of the storm and becoming the target of the general public's attack.

No sneaking around, no furtiveness, which meant there was no dark corner for imagination, slander, and defamation to breed.

This was embarrassing.

The paparazzi watched Anson and Winona's upright behavior and didn't know where to start!

Following and following, in the end, the paparazzi couldn't hold on and dispersed one after another.

The bustling tail that followed closely behind was reduced to only two or three kittens, including the indignant "Jerry Lewis" Mr.

Unfortunately, nothing was photographed.

Before night fell, Edgar successfully tracked down Anson and Winona, he arranged for a car to escort Winona back to the hotel, and then he and Anson took other vehicles back to the Four Seasons Hotel.

… … That's it?

The paparazzi who followed all the way were a little discouraged, but Anson had already predicted it, and it was the paparazzi themselves who refused to believe it, to which Anson also expressed his helplessness.

There were still paparazzi who didn't believe it and firmly believed that there was something going on between Anson and Winona, and they stayed up all night to guard, but… … still nothing.

Nothing. At. All.

"Mr. Wood."

Jean-Louis Caulfield took the initiative to greet him in the hotel lobby, not too eagerly or enthusiastically, maintaining a slight distance in his friendliness, everything was just right.

"Thank you very much for your stay at the Four Seasons Hotel, I hope you are satisfied with our service."

Jean-Louis showed a perfect posture.

Anson returned a smile, "Everything is fine, thank you very much for the hot milk last night and the lemonade this morning, it really helped a lot."

Relieving a hangover.

Jean-Louis didn't exchange pleasantries, he nodded slightly and accepted the praise frankly, "I hope that next time Mr. Wood comes to Paris, we will have the honor of seeing you again."

"Ha." Anson joked, "Then it depends on whether 'Fashion' magazine is willing to sponsor it."

Jean-Louis also smiled along, just in time, the car was ready, Jean-Louis personally escorted Anson and Edgar to get in the car, watching the car leave.

The doorman greeted him immediately, "Manager, you really have discerning eyes."

At the beginning, Jean-Louis asserted that Anson would definitely succeed, but he himself did not expect that it would be so fast. Overnight, he took a rocket and the whole of Paris was talking about this new fashion darling.

In a trance, Paris seemed to have become Hollywood—

Overnight fame is Hollywood's specialty, like fast food, it comes quickly and goes quickly; Paris and the whole of Europe pay attention to heritage, and such a sudden explosion of popularity is still a minority after all.

It's really… … too scary!

Even Jean-Louis himself did not expect that his prediction would come true overnight.

However, Jean-Louis was not carried away, nor did he seize the opportunity to show off in front of the doorman, his eyes still stayed on the tail of the car.

"I'm not sure, but I always feel that this is just the beginning."

Jean-Louis murmured to himself, that intuition became more and more distinct, the scene they had seen in the past few days was just a corner of the magnificent scene in the future, and his heart was beating more and more forcefully.

… …

Arriving at Charles de Gaulle Airport, Anson couldn't help but be stunned before getting out of the car.

Edgar was also looking out the window, according to the news from Dior's marketing department, the first version of the poster should have been fully launched, and then he saw it, "Anson, there."

The airport, a city or even a country's gateway in and out, Charles de Gaulle Airport is one of the busiest ports in Europe.

On a wall in the arrival hall, there was an oil painting-like poster—

It was Anson, wearing Dior's new Spring/Summer collection for next year, that heartbreaking white shirt with a black suit, standing skinny among the sycamore trees and yellow leaves, looking at the camera.

The shock and impact came head-on.

This is Anson's first endorsement.

In 2001, actors endorsing fashion had not yet become a trend. Brand sponsorship of actors was very common, but brands often refused to be tied to an actor. Luxury and fashion needed their own unique image, and even the models were carefully selected.

This time, Dior's situation was special, and under Eddie's insistence, Dior signed Anson for a season's endorsement, limited to the 2002 Spring/Summer collection.

From sponsorship to runway show to endorsement, a series of three-piece sets, the cooperation became more and more close, and Anson's figure finally officially appeared in the fashion circle.

For this reason, Anson shot a series of advertisements and product catalogs for Dior, and Dior gave Anson a check for three million US dollars.

Happy cooperation!

Not only Anson himself, but Edgar was also shocked when he actually saw the advertisement at the airport, the whole sense of oppression and impact came head-on.

Obviously, before they set off for Paris this time, they had not expected such a development.

Edgar was a little excited, "Now every passenger who enters and exits Charles de Gaulle Airport can see your figure. Dior's marketing department said that there are several corridors in the airport, with you posing in different ways, covering both sides of the corridor, that must be even more spectacular."

Edgar didn't hear a response, and thought he didn't like the idea—

After all, in this way, Anson's image as a model would be even more profound.

He turned his head to look over, "Are you worried?"