Rebirth of India: Superior

There are many celebrities who come to New York Fashion Week every year. For these celebrities, watching the show is secondary, and the main purpose is to get endorsements after gilding themselves. After all, acting and singing are only a small part of the income of female celebrities. More of their income often comes from advertising and endorsements. Participating in the four major fashion weeks can increase their exposure, make them closer to internationalization, and link them with the symbol of fashion, so as to enhance their soft power in endorsements, thereby obtaining higher-end and more lucrative endorsement opportunities, and even their film pay can rise.

However, behind the swarm of stars, the treatment varies greatly. There are very few stars who can be invited to watch the show by brand public relations or designers themselves, and often only those old and real big brands have this treatment. More often, the star's agency spends money to participate, or the star himself pays for the show to attract attention. Some less famous ones can only walk around outside the show, which is called "street shooting".

On this day, Miranda Kerr was about to change clothes and rest when she heard someone knocking on the door. The assistant opened the door and saw a middle-aged woman in a business suit standing outside the door: "Excuse me, is this Miss Kerr's room?"

"Yes, you are?" The assistant was a little confused about the situation, and the agent behind him also came over.

"Sorry, excuse me." The middle-aged woman walked into the room. Behind her, a whole team of men and women in neat uniforms walked into the room one by one with bags covered in envelopes in their hands, and stood in two rows in order, immediately filling the room - this was not because Miranda wanted to save money, but because the rooms in major hotels during the fashion week were too tight, and only ordinary luxury rooms could be booked.

"Wait a minute, what are you doing?" The three people in the room were a little stunned by the scene. Kerr stared at these well-trained employees and asked the middle-aged woman who came in first.

"Hello, ma'am. I'm Gretchen Hawn, the manager of Lanvin's New York flagship store. According to Mr. Pandit's request, we have selected some top-notch evening gowns for you to choose from based on Ms. Kerr's figure for today's photo shoot. They are all carefully designed and made by the best designers." The middle-aged woman explained with a professional smile.

This company founded by Jeanne Lanvin in 1889 is the oldest high-end fashion brand in France. After being acquired by Taiwanese billionaire Wang Xiaolan, it has regained its vitality. Since 2010, it has opened several stores in New York. The evening gowns it designed have been praised by the industry as the most spiritual. Li Si and her friends are certainly not unfamiliar with such brands, but they don't have such a high status to be able to be ** by such a big brand.

Because Pandit's company had something urgent to do, Miranda Kerr rushed to New York first. This time, when she heard that it was arranged by Shakur, she was relieved. Gretchen Horn saw Kerr's relaxed look, so he asked, "Miss Kerr, shall we start choosing now?"

After getting Miranda's permission, Gretchen Horn waved his hand, and everyone carefully opened the envelopes in their hands and held up the exquisitely designed evening dresses one by one. Each one was unique in style and had its own merits, which was simply dazzling.

"Since we don't know Miss Kerr's exact size, we have tried to make as many choices as possible, which should be able to meet your needs. If you are not satisfied, we can mobilize 20 more sets within half an hour." Gretchen Horn ordered his subordinates to carefully open the dresses in an orderly manner, so as to better show Miranda Kerr for easy selection, and further explained.

"Thank you very much." Miranda responded politely. Even with her eyes, she could see that these dresses were first-class in design, tailoring and workmanship, and were definitely not ordinary store goods.

Before the dresses were selected, someone knocked on the door again. The people who came in this time were stylists and makeup artists, two groups of four people. You don’t need to ask to know that they are very professional top stylists. They seem to know Gretchen and greet each other with smiles. The assistant Miranda brought with her also learned makeup. Usually, she not only helps her arrange her daily life, but also takes care of basic makeup and styling. However, in front of these four stylists and makeup artists with strong aura, she can only stand aside aggrieved. They are very polite and say that they will jointly study and determine the styling, but after a few words, the assistant consciously stopped talking and simply saved trouble, observing carefully with a learning attitude.

Everything has been arranged, and the agent Linda doesn’t have to worry about it. She simply watched with a smile on her face, and whispered to the assistant from time to time, "Sister Linda, this is too big. You can find so many people to help Sister Kerr with styling during the fashion week." The assistant was amazed.

"That's not right, this is a huge investment. He is rich, considerate, and well-planned. Anyone would be defeated. I think this time it's in jeopardy!" Linda, the agent, looked like she was watching a show, whispering just loud enough for Miranda to hear, and then she smiled at her.

In fact, Miranda was very satisfied and proud now. When she first learned that Shakur was two days late, she thought he was not interested in her at all and was just looking for an excuse, but now it seems that he is not only interested in her, but also really wants to support her. Just looking at today's scene, it shows his sincerity.

"Speaking of which, Mr. Pandit has a good figure, is handsome, elegant, and is a super rich man. He is simply the perfect lover in a woman's dream." The assistant's eyes almost turned into a heart shape as she spoke.

"That's right. He probably has no shortcomings except being a playboy. But you are not going to be one of them. Wipe your saliva!" The agent patted her head, awakening the little girl from her endless imagination and beautiful dreams.

"Sister Linda, how do you know he is a playboy?" The assistant covered her head, feeling aggrieved and puzzled.

"Nonsense, there are only a few men with such good conditions. He can no longer be described as a golden bachelor. He is simply a diamond bachelor, and he is at the VVS1 level. If I were him, I would be able to charm everyone wherever I go. It would be a waste if I wasn't a playboy. It would be a waste of talent." Linda crossed her arms and talked endlessly, completely not looking like a professional agent.

Even though they were talking quickly and quietly, Miranda couldn't listen any more: "Sister Linda, where is your demeanor as a professional agent? Aren't you usually the most opposed to me having scandals and getting involved in gossip?"