Reborn fashion designer

Chapter 114 The Art of Communication (Seeking Determination)

Karl Lagerfeld, the “Caesar” or “Lafayette” of fashion.

This was not the first time Xiang Yang saw him, but it was the first time for the two of them to sit opposite each other face to face.

Because his eyes and face are shrinking as he gets older, Lafayette always wears sunglasses on his face no matter what the occasion, even when meeting in person.

In addition to sunglasses, white shirts and black suits are also his must-have items.

He sat down with Xiang Yang and watched Xiang Yang carrying his bag. After the assistant put away the coffee and went out, Lafayette asked Xiang Yang, "Have you drawn anything lately?"

"There are paintings." Xiang Yang was stunned for a moment. He still had respect for this fashion master who would pass away in 10 years, just like he did to Mr. Qian.

"Well..." Lafayette pondered for a moment, nodded and said: "Anna told me about the movie. The idea is good, and it is the era and content I like. Show me your picture, it happens to be me these days. Heaven also drew some pictures.”

"Okay." Xiang Yang was very moved when he heard this.

There are not many opportunities to exchange manuscripts with Karl Lagerfeld, so it would be nice to keep them as a collection.

"From the movie?" He took a few sketches from Xiang Yang and glanced at them. Lafayette couldn't help but his eyes lit up. He placed them one by one in front of his eyes and looked at them carefully. After a moment of admiring them, he took the sketches in his hand. He put it down, stood up, came to his desk, brought a clip back directly, and said:

"Look at this, the clothes I designed for "Chanel's Secret Love Story"."

Upon hearing this, Xiang Yang took it and looked at it very carefully, "Chanel?"

Seeing the skirt above and the lines outlined by Lafayette, Xiangyang's eyes flickered.

"These dresses are so beautiful." He exclaimed in amazement. The ingenuity of each stroke of writing and the vividness of the paper gave him a different feeling.

Although this is not a completely 20s design, the key elements are hidden in the modern tailoring silhouette.

Every single item is taken out, and it has both the beauty of that era and the modern newness.

"Like it?" Lafayette asked calmly.

"Well, I like this elegant and romantic flavor very much. It's like poetry, ancient Chinese poetry. When you understand the profound meaning contained in it, you will be intoxicated by it." Xiang Yang nodded quickly and said.

He suddenly had a wonderful realization, which made him feel as if he had lifted a corner of the hazy veil again.

Under his sunglasses, Lafayette's eyes remained on the face of the young man in front of him.

He could see something in the other person's eyes.

Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at Xiang Yang's sketch on the table. He thought that the fashions he designed would be used in different movies than the fashions designed by this young man, but there was a high possibility that they would be shown in the same film festival. He suddenly felt this in his heart. Things are interesting.

Just like decades ago, he and Yves Saint Laurent participated in the International Design Grand Prix.

He is in the suit group, while YSL is in the evening dress design group.

It seems that I was also a young man at that time.

A smile suddenly appeared on the corner of his mouth, he put down the coffee cup in his hand, cleared his throat, and said to Xiang Yang, "I'll give it to you if you like it."

When these words reached Xiang Yang's ears, he was stunned.

My heart suddenly "thumped" and I was shaking.

Damn it, this old fagot has taken a liking to me!

Xiang Yang, who knew Lafayette's orientation, felt his face slowly stiffen, but soon relaxed, because right after, Lafayette said: "These clothes are not used in movies, they are not considered successful. Design. But it gave me a lot of inspiration, I hope they can help you."

"Uh…"

For a moment, Xiang Yang felt mixed emotions. Aren't all successful designs so vivid?

After going back to Hermès from Chanel, and then back home from Hermès, Xiang Yang felt that his head was heavy, and the shock of being shocked made him unable to get out for a while.

Damn it, this old fagot got it.

The moment he opened the door, Xiang Yang cursed in his heart as he reacted.

He was not relieved, and he wanted to go into the room and sing some more.

"These clothes are not used in the movie. You just said that you designed them for the movie. They belong to me..."

"You asked me to draw two dresses for you based on your design. Do you really think I'm like you, working 16 hours a day?!"

"Forget it, after I finish the painting, I will take it to him. When I see it, will the old guy still pretend to be here with me?"

"Eh..." Seeing Xiang Yang muttering about changing slippers without even noticing herself sitting on the sofa studying, Liu Qianqian raised one eyebrow, but then she blinked in surprise, her face Showing an expression of disbelief.

Xiang Yang kept talking in front of her, and then walked straight to his workbench.

This man, he went too far!

The next day, when Xiang Yang was at work, many people were surprised to find that he always covered his ears with his hands. Coincidentally, the direction of his neck pain yesterday was on the same side...

……

Time passed quietly.

In just a few days, Xiangyang's days were exhausted.

He felt like a spinning machine, turning himself into a 'Lafayette'...

I work at Hermès every day, busy bringing in the two new designer assistants and Little John to use existing fabrics to make the first version of the sports series; I have to go to Le Maire's office to communicate with him about the next big show. part idea; after doing this, he would also be busy making clothes for Annie and Liu Qianqian, and drawing sketches for Lafayette.

Everything else was fine, except for this last item, which made Xiang Yang a little annoyed.

This old man is truly a pervert, and his constant pursuit of perfection makes Xiang Yang scratch his head.

Without him, he kept asking Xiang Yang to make various modifications on the two dresses he originally submitted. Moreover, the fashion elements were still very tight, and he was not allowed to use what he was best at, 'use-ism'.

In addition to these, he has a more difficult task.

I would have dinner with Liu Qianqian every night, practice French with her for a while, and then send her home.

Sometimes a little bit.

Hanging herself on Xiangyang's body, Liu Qianqian felt warm and relaxed.While Xiang Yang washed the dishes, he felt the elegant fragrance lingering on the tip of his nose.

During this time, he was not without gains.

At least now many of his clothes are stained with this charming aura.

After finishing the work in the kitchen, Xiang Yang turned around, took two pieces of kitchen paper from Liu Qianqian, wiped his hands clean, looked at his watch, and then waved it helplessly in front of the other party's eyes.

No need to see clearly, Liu Qianqian knew that she should leave, but she pouted aggrievedly and said: "Stay a little longer, just a little while."

"I also want you to stay longer." Xiang Yang said, lowering his head.

Liu Qianqian was already aware of his behavior. She pursed her lips and stood on tiptoes. After pecking her lightly, she heard Xiang Yang say: "You can only stay for 5 minutes, otherwise uncle will..."

"Yes, yes, I can't live up to your uncle An's sacrifice." Liu Qianqian glanced at Xiang Yang angrily, turned her cheek to Xiang Yang's chest and said aggrievedly: "I'm not afraid that you think you are in love with a little girl. , I have to go home at that time..."

Xiang Yang understood what the other party meant, and gently stroked the other party's hair with his hands, thinking: That is better than falling in love with a tigress.

Every time Liu Qianqian gets angry, she loves to bite him.

<divclass="contentadv">After a few times, he specifically checked online to find out how someone could have such a hobby.

He had no experience with this kind of thing in his previous life.After carefully searching some papers on the Internet, he realized that this is a way to confirm the sense of intimacy and security. Subconsciously, it means that she is free around you, and it is a sign that she loves you very much.

But it hurt too much... He was a little afraid to wear short sleeves.

"Okay, aren't we going to Los Angeles in a few days? Auntie will definitely not follow us then."

Thinking of the two of them going to the United States alone, Xiang Yang had a bright smile on his face.

Without looking, Liu Qianqian knew what he was thinking at the moment.Regarding his behavior, Liu Qianqian felt a hint of shyness in her heart, but also expressed contempt, "You think of my mother too simply, Xiangyang."

"Ah, what do you mean?"

"literal meaning."

"..."

When Xiang Yang didn't speak, Liu Qianqian stared at him, her eyes reflecting half of his hesitant profile, "It's too late to regret it now."

"I don't regret it."

Xiang Yang put his arms around Liu Qianqian and took a strong sniff in her hair, as if to draw some strength from her before speaking: "You are your father's baby, your mother's baby, and your fans' baby. .Of course it’s also mine…

I'm not stupid enough to get into a fight with your mother.

Besides, we are embracing each other, right? "

"Then, let's stay a few more minutes, okay? I want to practice French pronunciation with you." A smile appeared on Liu Qianqian's face.

"You can practice pronunciation in the car, haha. And your dad...your dad has paid a lot." Xiang Yang said regretfully. In fact, how could he not want to leave Liu Qianqian more time to do something they both like to do? Woolen cloth.

But... I thought of Principal An's instructions when sending Liu Qianqian home that night.

Knowing that the other party had finally convinced Liu Xiaoli not to disturb the normal relationship between him and Liu Qianqian, Xiang Yang did not want to let down the good intentions of his future father-in-law.

Although, he really wanted to.

Not long after, the moon slowly rose. Through the noisy and quiet streets, Xiangyang drove the car to the door of Principal An's house.

After getting off the car, the two of them looked up at the night sky. The hazy moonlight was accompanied by the twinkling stars.

Liu Qianqian, who was holding Xiang Yang's arm, had reluctance written all over her face, but she quietly rang the doorbell.

After a moment, the door was opened from the inside.

"Come back?" Liu Xiaoli's voice was still neither cold nor indifferent, but Principal An greeted Xiang Yang elegantly as always.

"Uncle, Auntie, I'll go back first." Xiang Yang gently touched Liu Qianqian's arm with his elbow.

Under the light, Liu Xiaoli glanced at the two people's arms linked together like a glue, and said: "Come in and sit down, I have something to tell you."

"Ah, okay auntie." Xiang Yang responded, and Liu Qianqian was stunned.

This was the first time in so many days that her mother invited Xiang Yang into the house, and she couldn't help but blink warily.

"Come on, come on, Xiangyang, come in and have a sip of tea. My uncle brought some green tea from a friend. You can try it." Principal An turned sideways, letting Liu Xiaoli enter the living room first, and then stood in the porch to greet the two of them.

Once inside, sit down and discuss.

Only then did Xiang Yang realize that there was nothing better than a daughter who knew her mother better.

According to Liu Xiaoli, it was Liu Qianqian who received an invitation from a domestic talk show.

The ratings of this talk show are very high, which is very important to Liu Qianqian who is in a semi-working state, but the other party's schedule conflicts with the audition in the United States.

and so…

So Liu Xiaoli wanted Xiangyang to help communicate with Bill, Anna and Damien.

Xiangyang naturally heard the meaning of Liu Xiaoli's words. She wanted to have them all.

However, Xiang Yang, who knew more about the preparations for "Midnight in Paris", did not intend to exchange this kind of thing for anything. Instead, he felt that this was a good communication opportunity.

So he simply said directly: "Auntie, you are worrying too much. That role was specially arranged by Damien for Sissi. It was an affirmation of Liu Sissi's contribution to the script. So there was no such thing in this audition. Interviews relevant to the role.”

"But I received news today that both International Chapter and Fan Xiaopang are interested in competing for this role." Liu Xiaoli said, looking at her daughter.

"Mom, Xiangyang can't lie to you." Liu Qianqian said angrily while sitting on the sofa.

"Maybe it's because many people are reading the script now, so it's inevitable that someone will notice this character." Xiang Yang pursed his lips and explained.

Although Bill and Damien are not prominent among the main creative staff, just having Anna Wintour there is enough to stir up the European and American entertainment circles, not to mention there is a Chinese character in it.

"Then..." Liu Xiaoli's eyes wandered between Xiang Yang and Liu Qianqian.

"Auntie, I talk to my uncle more. I haven't had a good communication with you." Xiang Yang paused. He took Liu Qianqian's hand and said very seriously: "Although I don't like your interference in our relationship. , and I don’t like some of her fans, but I still support her work.”

"Xiang Yang..." Liu Qianqian pursed her lips.

Xiang Yang smiled faintly at Liu Qianqian, and then said to Liu Xiaoli: "Of course, Qianqian is an actor, and I am an ordinary person.

If you want me to care about how you feel, I also want you to care about how I feel. "

These words made Liu Xiaoli frown.

Next to him, Principal An nodded approvingly and said, "It should, it should."

Should be a fart!

Liu Xiaoli glared at Principal An who interrupted randomly, "None of you men are good, just this silly girl..."

Hey, this silly girl is still happy.

Did he say this to me?

This was obviously meant for our mother and daughter.

Seeing her daughter looking at Xiangyang with hazy eyes, and her little hands clenching each other's fingers, Liu Xiaoli didn't know what to say for a moment.

"Auntie, it's okay. Let's take our time and take our time. There's no rush..."

Upon hearing this, Liu Xiaoli's frowning movement stopped stiffly, but she adjusted it instantly and said:

"Then this time..."

"Mom, why don't you let me go to Los Angeles with Xiangyang? I..."