Reborn fashion designer

Chapter 121 What can stinky men do when they get together? (seeking for determination)

"Liu, your performance is terrible."

"It's hard for me to imagine how you can cooperate with that guy Colin."

"Liu, have you really studied acting or made a Hollywood movie? Where is your camera sense?"

"Can you please put aside that damn Stanislav thing? I'm not directing a stage play for you right now."

When Liu Qianqian returned home, she still had the stern reprimand from the teacher at Florent Comedy Film School in her mind.

The moment she entered the house, she still felt weak and depressed.

After a few days of class, her poor performance forced her to face up to her long-standing problems.

In fact, the problems she has are not uncommon among Chinese actors. There are many people who also have various problems, and the reasons are multifaceted and deep-rooted.In China, the actor industry is not accessible to everyone. Major acting schools have a set of almost harsh standards for appearance selection.

The teaching system is also based on Stanislavsky as the absolute mainstream, and most of the performance training is conducted on the stage.

In Europe and the United States, the standards for appearance are not particularly strict. When recruiting students, they care more about the actors' creativity, enthusiasm, expressiveness, etc.There are many more variations on the approach to education.

The European side is a variant that combines the "Scottish style" with a more comprehensive education method, while the United States is more inclined to Mesler's method performance techniques.But the biggest difference is that foreign performance teaching distinguishes stage training from performance training in front of the camera, which is more targeted.

At the same time, there is another point that is more obvious among British actors.

Some people always use a sentence to ridicule British actors, those who have participated in Harry Potter and those who have not participated in Harry Potter.

But in fact, most actors in the UK have participated in Shakespeare's plays.Some start in elementary school, some in junior high school, and some in high school. This is even more obvious in private schools.

Everything has two sides. You can't say that the domestic actor selection mechanism is 100% bad, nor can you say that the foreign mechanism is 100% good. But one thing that cannot be denied is that acting is more about talent than talent. Experience honed.

As for professionalism... To be honest, if an actor can only speak for his professionalism, then he really doesn't have many advantages to speak of.

As far as the acting profession is concerned, there are many dedicated actors everywhere.

Losing weight, building muscle, starving yourself to death, standing in a violent storm for a day, swimming in a cold lake... There are actors like this in China and abroad.

If you can earn 208W a day just by being dedicated, then there are probably many people around the world who are willing to line up and risk their lives to do this job.

...

"Sissi, go and have a rest. Mom will call you after dinner." Looking at her daughter, Liu Xiaoli said in a soft voice, "I have French classes in the evening, and I will go to the United States in a few days."

"Yeah." Liu Qianqian nodded blankly.

She received a notice today that the crew would meet in Los Angeles to let everyone get to know each other.

By the way, I signed all the salary contracts and other things that should be signed.

Stepping up the steps where Yuhui was falling, a few minutes later, Liu Qianqian was lying weakly and lazily on the bed, staring at her phone sadly, her lips moving a few times.

"He didn't send a message or call today..."

"What a hateful... stinky guy." She mentally calculated that the two of them had been in a cold war for several days, and after saying another sentence, she reluctantly put the phone aside.

Turning sideways, he cast his angrily eyes on the balcony, looking at the sunset in the afterglow of the horizon.

There was a kind of endearing gaze naturally emanating from her focused expression, and she searched in her mind for some books she had read and some touching words to dispel her inner sorrow.

"There are always windy mornings, warm afternoons, gorgeous dusk, and shooting star nights. So, keep letting nature take its course, seize every moment, try to do it, and face every moment. Yesterday, today and tomorrow.”

After this sentence came to her mind, she murmured: "But things are getting worse and worse."

After saying that, she frowned and turned around. She glanced at the lamp on the bedside table from the corner of her eye. In the old shape, the lamp cord was hanging straight down. Driven by something in her heart, she moved her body slightly, stretched out her hand and fiddled with the two lamps. Next, watching it swaying from side to side, thoughts were also rippling in Liu Qianqian's little head.

"How about I give him a call..." As soon as the thought came to her mind, she put an end to the idea, and her slender fingers stopped.When she saw something, a hesitant expression appeared on her beautiful face, "Uncle An is really annoying!"

As she said that, she took the book that she had placed casually on the bedside from the corner of the bed that day and brought it to her eyes.

“The Great Gatsby…by Francis Fitzgerald…”

In my mind, this is a very old film, still in black and white. It seems to be a film released 60 years ago... Liu Qianqian, who occasionally watches some old films, doesn’t quite remember who acted in it, but she remembers herself Definitely seen it.

After flipping through a few pages with dim eyes, she was not very interested and was about to put the book back where it was gathering dust, but her fingertip happened to be stuck on the first page for a few seconds, and her delicate eyelids trembled. .

She pursed her lips when she noticed a passage of text, and one sentence seemed to reflect her inner thoughts——

"Whenever you feel like criticizing someone, remember that not everyone in this world has what you have."

"Why doesn't he understand such a simple truth..."

On the other side, Xiang Yang's house.

"Hey, Xiangyang, it's six o'clock, hurry up." Little John, who was wearing a crisp suit and bow tie, urged Xiangyang, who was adjusting his tie in the mirror, "Laura went to New York for an interview, with her sisters . I originally wanted to take her to enjoy this performance."

"Oh, yes."

Faced with the urging, Xiang Yang still took his time, squeezed some hairspray on his palm, and took care of his hair carefully.

Little John looked at the time and frowned anxiously, "I told you not to mess with those broken hairs of yours. Today's performance is "Giselle". If you don't hurry up, I'm leaving."

"Then you should discuss with them and don't force the audience to wear formal attire." Xiang Yang shrugged and said calmly: "Two minutes, I'll wash my hands."

Little John glanced at Xiang Yang and saw that he was wiping his hands with a pink towel and his face was squeezed together.Thinking that he had been running to Lafayette recently when he had time, he couldn't help but shudder and asked tentatively: "Say, man, are you...are you sure you're still normal in that regard?"

Xiang Yang wondered, "Which aspect?"

"Just...wait a minute, I'll call Liu and ask." Little John said, taking out his mobile phone.

Xiang Yang, "……."

"Hey, I guessed that you and Liu had a fight."

"Yes, we had a quarrel. Are you satisfied?"

Xiang Yang came out of the bathroom coldly. After putting on his suit, he put on shiny black leather shoes. After carefully tying the shoe strings, he walked out of the house.

Little John, who followed up, saw his expression, put a hand on Xiangyang's shoulder, and advised: "Arguing is not necessarily a bad thing, it is also a process of getting to know each other. Look at me and Laura, she turned out to be He keeps beating me, but he is still not submissive to me yet."

"By the way." When Laura was mentioned again, Little John remembered something: "When will you have time to make me a wedding dress?"

"I forgot about it, but I haven't been in the mood lately."

"Did you really forget?" Little John was stunned for a moment. He was surprised that his good friend had forgotten such an important thing, and said, "No, you are busy, you are quarreling, you can't drag me into the water, I can count on you." It’s you.”

<divclass="contentadv">"As you said this, I also remembered something. How is the perfume issue?"

"Uh……"

……

Ballet is a European classical dance. Its biggest feature is that the actress taps the ground with her toes when performing, so it is also called toe dancing.

This art form was conceived during the Italian Renaissance in the fourteenth century and was born in the French court of Louis XIV in the late seventeenth century. It gradually became an influential art form over the course of hundreds of years.

Ballet's influence on fashion also started with tights and tights.

Like many fashion elements, its rise is naturally closely related to the rise of ballet.

In the big shows every year, there are also people who use ballet as inspiration to reinterpret its elegant style.

For example, Givenchy's 2008 spring and summer haute couture series paired a black staggered-layered ballet tutu with champagne-colored body stockings. The collision of colors brought a strong sense of rebellion, while the traditional strap-on high heels restrained the girl. The romantic atmosphere it deserves…

After enjoying the masterpiece of romantic ballet, the "Crown of Ballet" "Giselle", Xiang Yang recalled this show in his mind.

I can't help but think about the infinite sadness and indignation of the beautiful and innocent girls behind the pure and faithful love in the elegant movements of the ballet dancers.

After walking out of the theater and walking through the bustling crowd, Little John noticed that his friend was deep in thought again and asked with concern: "Xiang, what are you thinking about?"

Xiang Yang made an excuse at random: "I'm thinking about how to combine sports retro style with ballet elements."

"Corset and puffy skirt? What do you think of fishbone corsets?"

"..."

"How about it, isn't this a good idea?"

"Little John, you may really only be suitable for men's clothing, I'm serious."

After thinking about this unusual combination in his mind, Xiangyang didn't even have the interest to draw it.

"Don't say that, old man." Little John pursed his lips and pulled Xiang Yang's shoulder, "Would you like to find a place to have a drink?"

"Let's go to the weekend. I want to go watch the game on the weekend." Xiang Yang thought for a while and suggested, "How about I accompany you to watch the Paris Saint-Germain game?"

"Oh my god, you actually want to watch the match in Paris?!" Little John was a little unbelievable. As soon as his surprised tone came out, the reason suddenly came to his mind, "In this case, you can leave it to me during the weekend and I will help you. Solved, guaranteed to give you an unforgettable weekend.”

"I'm not going to the party."

"No, I'm not my father or my brother," Little John happily patted Xiang Yang on the shoulder, "Don't worry, I will definitely satisfy you."

"alright."

After Xiang Yang finished speaking, he got into Little John's car. He sat behind the passenger seat and fastened his seat belt as usual. He naturally took out his cell phone and took a look.

A striking text message caught his attention.

Liu Qianqian: I’m flying to Los Angeles this weekend. Are you going?

After looking at the text message, Xiang Yangba smacked his lips. Is this a sign of reconciliation?It seemed like she should know whether I was going or not. After all, Damien and Bill were also familiar with her.

Just ask and you will definitely know the answer.

At the same time, Liu Qianqian, who had finished her French course, was holding her words in her mouth and moistening her throat.

Learning French is much easier than learning acting. The teacher just praised her for her good uvular accent.

This made her, who rarely heard praise from outsiders recently, feel a sense of joy in her heart.

"Sissi, when you were studying just now, Changchang called you and said that she happened to have time on the weekend and wanted to see you in Los Angeles. I agreed." When Liu Xiaoli came over, she brought a glass of warm water and put it on her daughter's table. He said in front of him: "Have a rest and drink more hot water."

Thinking of her hurried return to China and not being able to meet her friends for dinner, Liu Qianxi quickly asked: "Is Changchang not busy filming anymore?"

"Well, things are going pretty well. There won't be any scenes with her next, so I asked for a leave from the crew." Liu Xiaoli smiled. She was a good girl, but she was easily satisfied.

Maybe what Lao An said makes sense, and he should take her to get in touch with people in other circles.

"That's great, Mom, when I come back this time, can you bring my dog ​​and cat?" Liu Qianxi blinked, always leaving her pets at home in the United States for people to take care of her. She was a little bit worried.

"Yes." Liu Xiaoli, who knew the status of pets in her daughter's heart, nodded in agreement.

Liu Qianqian smiled "hehe" and raised her cute chin slightly, "Then I'll go and rest first."

"Well, let's go." Hearing that her daughter wanted to rest, Liu Xiaoli moved the water glass in front of her daughter back.

"Then, see you tomorrow~" After saying that, Liu Qianqian stood up, forced a proud smile when passing Principal An, and turned around to go upstairs.Watching his daughter's pretty figure disappear from his eyes, Lao An closed the French newspaper in his hand and shook his head helplessly.

"Sissi should be more encouraging." Liu Xiaoli noticed his action and frowned slightly.

Principal An was stunned for a moment and immediately replied: "I didn't say anything else."

"Then what do you mean by shaking your head?" Liu Xiaoli said in a somewhat complaining tone. Her daughter was in a good mood, but she was afraid that her ex-husband's actions would affect her mood.

"I just read the newspaper for a long time and my neck is stiff." Principal An retorted. He picked up the tea cup in front of him and took a sip and found that it was cold inside. He frowned and said, "Why don't you refill my glass of water?"

"Don't you dislike me and Sissi? If you want something hot, go to Xiangyang where you are waiting."

"I..." Principal An looked at his ex-wife in disbelief.

"I'll look for it!" He drank the rest of the herbal tea in the cup in one gulp, stood up and wiped out his cell phone, and dialed directly regardless of Liu Xiaoli's surprised look.

After only two rings, the call was connected. He asked with a smile: "Xiao Xiang, are you free? Uncle wants to have a drink."

Then, he got up and walked around the living room while saying, "Ah, okay, then I'll wait for your call.

no problem.Then we have agreed..."

After answering a few times with a smile, he moved closer to Liu Xiaoli intentionally or unintentionally, "Don't worry, it's just me. Uh-huh..."

Seeing her ex-husband chatting happily with Xiang Yang, Liu Xiaoli snorted contemptuously and thought to herself:

What can stinky men do if they get together...