From Flower Vase to Film Emperor in Hollywood

Bruce was thinking, some inspiration and ideas in his mind, but not quite sure, he needed more time.

In the past, when encountering such situations, he would follow his intuition to capture and search, collide, explore, and take risks in actual work to find solutions—

Photography is full of vitality. Sitting still and thinking hard will definitely not yield an answer.

Sometimes, if a solution cannot be found, one can only bite the bullet and end the work. Perhaps one cannot find a moment of brilliance and inspiration, but it won't be too bad either. It's often better than one's worst imagination, and in the end, one can still find one or two usable photos.

Occasionally, very, very rarely, one can discover a new path in the midst of adventure, like Alice in Wonderland pushing open the door to a whole new world. Photography, like other artistic creations, needs a framework and routine, but also inspiration. 1% of a spark can change everything.

Standing in front of the set, Bruce pressed the shutter to test the light and catch a feel before the model appeared.

Then.

Trivial noises surged in the air. Bruce was slightly annoyed. With a turn, without even searching, a figure came into view.

Suit, still the familiar three-piece suit, nothing new or special. The real focus is on the person wearing the suit.

Neat and crisp lines draped down, and the perfect cut completely showcased the figure's lines and proportions, fitting and slimming, like a second skin. The fabric's wrapping did not form concealment, but quietly became part of the body, displaying a primitive and simple beauty.

Elegant and concise, gentlemanly and composed.

"Bright."

Bruce never knew that the word "bright" could be used to describe a person's temperament, but Anson in front of him was indeed so.

His vibrant hair was now neatly combed into a slicked-back style, fully revealing his forehead, presenting a three-seven split. Time seemed to be flowing backward, returning to the era before jeans became popular, returning to the years when everyone, regardless of class or occupation, had to wear suits.

At that time, the pace of life was not so fast, and there were not so many forms of entertainment. A letter might take a month to cross the ocean, and a journey might take a year to cross mountains and ridges. People's perception of time was completely different, life became extraordinarily long, and happiness and joy were simpler.

Everything, just slowed down.

Anson, still that Anson.

However, it was far from the image of the young man who had just arrived on a skateboard. Even the previous performance on "Friends" and the interview in the parking lot had never revealed this side of Anson. The difference between casual wear and formal wear, when seen on this man, showed a completely different face.

It felt like the same skin had been replaced with a different soul.

A moment of daze.

Bruce was experienced and had sharp eyes. He could tell at a glance that this suit was from Yves Saint Laurent—

Lines. Proportions.

This is now Yves Saint Laurent's most typical style, gradually carving out the personality hidden beneath the suit within the traditional template.

However.

Bruce was also a little surprised that Yves Saint Laurent's suit could show such a temperament. How should it be described?

A kind of thin, fragile, yet stubborn and proud temperament.

Bruce thought that Anson's first suit would be Zegna or Giorgio Armani, which are typical Italian suits. The shape requires the support of a full skeleton to show the retro elegance of the suit.

Unexpectedly, it was Yves Saint Laurent; moreover, Anson showed a completely different unique temperament, seemingly the same, but焕然一新.

No wonder.

Looking at the reaction in front of him again, Bruce could understand.

Vaguely, Bruce could feel his desire sprouting, the desire to press the shutter to record the moment. Although Anson was not Monica Bellucci, the contrast in front of him collided with different information, surging in his mind. A faint impulse made his fingertips itch.

Not Hugh Jackman, nor Brad Pitt, just Anson Wood.

Bruce was also curious about what kind of Anson his lens would capture.

"Here."

Bruce spoke to break the deadlock, giving instructions.

"Stand in front of the camera."

"In the first stage, we are not in a hurry. Give me some expressions and some movements, according to your own ideas, without any standards or restrictions."

"I'll slowly capture it through the lens."

"Just relax."

Anson was a little nervous.

Taking a deep breath, and another deep breath, Anson took a step towards the camera lens, but his body language was obviously stiff, and his fingertips were slightly cold.

In fact, every time before going on stage, starting something, nervous emotions are inevitable. Anson is a typical nervous person; but as long as things start, and he is fully invested, the tension will disappear. Not only is he not nervous, but he can also wholeheartedly feel the passion of being busy.

Previously, the first filming of "Friends" was like this.

But today is slightly different. Anson's nervousness is genuine; and he doesn't think that such nervousness will disappear in a short time.

After all, taking pictures is a completely different thing.

In his previous life, he was not good at taking pictures, whether it was selfies or group photos, whether it was in his own lens or someone else's, it felt very strange.

Standing in front of the camera, what expression should I have? What action should I take? How should I face the camera?

For Anson, all of this is like Goldbach's conjecture. He doesn't know how to answer it, or even where to start.

Then, what about acting?

Acting is not the same thing.

Different forms of performance such as drama, sketches, singing, and speeches, although they are also standing in front of the camera, he has a role and some tasks. He only needs to focus on those tasks, and he can naturally enter the state. Everything becomes simple and there is no need to worry.

However, taking pictures requires standing in front of the camera, posing, making expressions, and then freezing.

Once frozen, the movements and expressions become unnaturally stiff.

Trying to smile still doesn't help.

That is to say, the nervous emotions cannot be concentrated on the "thing", but instead, he pays more and more attention to his own expressions and movements, and the muscles become more and more stiff.

Taking pictures is not difficult, but taking good photos is more difficult than imagined. Especially for Anson.

Then.

Bruce noticed the abnormality—

The lens is a spotlight and a magnifying glass, all emotions are exposed, with nowhere to escape.

Especially for Bruce.

"Anson, you're a little nervous."

Bruce paused the shooting, stood up straight, and pointed out the key point incisively.

The shooting was interrupted, which meant that there was no need to make expressions or movements. Anson relaxed without even realizing it and thought about it seriously.

"No, I'm not nervous. I'm just… stiff."

A reply made Bruce stunned slightly. He subconsciously wanted to refute, but after thinking about it carefully, he found that Anson's words seemed to be correct.

The tenth update.