From Flower Vase to Film Emperor in Hollywood

Click!

Bruce pressed the shutter, capturing the flowing, vibrant, blooming vitality, needing neither upturned corners of the mouth nor eye contact; from expression to body language, one could clearly feel that surging, flamboyant energy, making the Californian sunshine pale in comparison.

Brightness.

This was what Bruce had been painstakingly searching for, not an illusion, but a real, existing, unique charm radiating from the inside out.

Click! Click click click click!

The shutter simply couldn't stop.

In the lens, Anson was on his skateboard, sprinting, speeding, soaring, the scenery on both sides of Melrose Avenue turning into a surging river.

The graffiti, the buildings, the fleeting pedestrians, the colorful hues were like an overturned palette, exploding with a bang, bang, bang.

— Red light.

A brake, a turn.

And then.

Anson's eyes crashed into Bruce's lens, slightly surprised, slightly nervous, but without avoidance, a smile blooming proudly at the corner of his mouth.

Click.

Bruce could hear the sound of blood boiling in his body, pressing the shutter, capturing the moment, even the oncoming breeze seemed to come alive, lifting the hem of Anson's suit and his sweat-dampened hair, from fingers to strands of hair, all dancing to the rhythm, unstoppable.

When he was moving, running, focus, focal length, light composition, these seemed no longer important, but integrated into flesh and blood, becoming an instinct.

The world, under Anson's command, played a symphony.

Obviously, Anson didn't know this.

Leaving the studio, breaking free from constraints, everything became natural and simple, as if on a skateboard, he could reach the end of the world.

Suit paired with skateboard shoes.

In the future, this would be a normal and common fashion pairing, just as basketball shoes became a brand new fashion, using the casualness of sneakers to break the seriousness of the suit, bringing a collision of different temperaments, bringing different feelings from the lines and matching levels, breaking stereotypes.

Anson was not a professional; he hadn't studied the original origins of this trend, but he remembered that in 2006, Justin Timberlake's "SexyBack" truly made this kind of mix-and-match a fashion trend, spreading around the world.

In the present day of 2000, such a combination was like an "Alien ET", puzzling and shocking.

Clearly, everything was abnormal, but why… didn't it feel out of place?

But.

For Anson, this wasn't enough.

What others saw as unconventional, he saw only as the basic daily pairing, speeding and running all the way, the restraints thrown to the back of his mind.

He had an idea—

Of course, if it were daily life, for safety, Anson wouldn't do this, because the friction provided by skateboard shoes is very important, and a little carelessness could lead to injury; but now it was a magazine shoot, just for the sake of styling, and he shouldn't have any problems not doing high-difficulty moves.

If it weren't for considering the theme of the suit, the suit still being the core of the styling, Anson would even consider throwing off the restraints of the jacket and vest.

However, the shoes were already a breakthrough.

No sooner said than done.

Anson stopped on the street, without even asking Grete's opinion, and took off his shoes and socks himself.

Grete: ? ? ?

Was this one wave not yet settled, another rising?

One surprise not yet fully digested, another surprise coming head-on?

But the words of dissuasion were already on the tip of her tongue, but Grete quieted down—

Anson's smile.

Clean. Clear. Cheerful.

Bright.

A genuine smile, not for the sake of shooting, nor because of work, but immersed in childlike innocence, as if returning to childhood, enjoying pure and simple happiness because of playing and frolicking.

Click.

Bruce was pressing the shutter.

Grete suddenly turned her head, full of question marks, this was not styling at all, but Anson spontaneously taking off his shoes, why take pictures?

However, Grete could see Bruce's focus, his unusual immersion and investment, and without words, she could feel the surging of inspiration.

Perhaps, until now, they had truly entered the right track.

Click click click click.

Anson noticed Bruce's actions, but could no longer find the restraint and tension he had in the studio before, instead faintly seeing the figure of Paul from "Friends", a temperament between a man and a boy.

Occasionally, the elegance of a suit.

Occasionally, the youthfulness of a skateboard.

"Bruce, I'm not sure, I'm just trying to see, I don't guarantee success."

Anson said.

Despite these words, one could feel the eagerness and excitement in Anson's eyes, and after taking off his shoes, Anson immediately stepped on the skateboard again.

Whoosh.

The boy, speeding.

However, happiness lasted only three seconds, and Anson's feet slipped due to sweat, and he fell off like this, flailing his hands trying to maintain balance, but ultimately failed, falling to the ground, taking advantage of the momentum to roll out, unloading the force with a lazy donkey roll.

Huh!

The scene was filled with exclamations.

But before they could shout, Anson had already rolled back, simply sitting on the ground with his hands on his knees, revealing a big smile, looking at Bruce and Grete.

"See, I made a fool of myself, I knew I hadn't skateboarded in too long."

"Haha."

Despite the embarrassment, there was no awkwardness at all, but a hearty laugh.

Looking at the skateboard flying out alone, Bruce actually pressed the shutter again.

This time, Anson didn't dodge or restrain himself, just sitting barefoot on the ground, and then raising his hand to the camera, making a V sign.

"Ha, even the embarrassment has to be recorded, Bruce, remember to send me this part of the photos."

Bright.

Now Grete finally understood what Bruce was looking for.

A vivid and full of vitality, as if able to break free from the constraints of the lens, becoming vivid on the film, clearly a static photo but able to move like a magic photo in "Harry Potter".

No restraints, no framework.

A kind of freedom.

Such Anson made people unable to take their eyes off him.

Click click click click.

Bruce was still pressing the shutter, in fact, he knew that he had completed the task, not only completed it, but also exceeded the quota, he believed that this was a unique and irreplaceable suit theme, far beyond imagination, but his fingertips still couldn't stop, and inspiration continued to gush out.

He liked his job.

Anson didn't stand up, but looked at Grete, "The suit is dirty, what should I do? Is this a sponsorship? Do I need to pay to buy it?"

The sincere and straightforward question made Grete laugh immediately, at this time she noticed that even though Bruce was still in shutter mode, Anson had completely relaxed, completely different from the previous studio.

"It's okay. We'll handle it." Grete revealed a big smile.

Without needing to ask or discuss, Grete and Bruce had already reached a tacit understanding—

Obviously, they made a right decision.

Grete looked at Anson, "How about it, are you ready? We'll continue with the second set of shots, what ideas do you have? Still skateboarding?"

Anson supported himself on the ground with both hands and stood up, "It would be a bit boring to continue skateboarding, how about it, do you have a basketball? I'm not a professional, but I can still pose."

Fifth update.