Reborn fashion designer

Chapter 19: This face is so slapped (please continue to read ~ more updates)

"Come on, Sissi, look here."

"Tuck the corners of your mouth to look colder, yes, and be more natural."

"Okay, keep this state and don't move. Not bad, not bad."

"Okay, this set of shooting is finished. Let's take a rest and touch up my makeup. Thank you."

After taking a set of photos, the photographer gave Liu Qianqian a thumbs up, nodded affirmatively, handed his camera to his assistant, and came to the computer to see the results with the editor in charge.

Amidst the conversation between the two, everyone else was busy doing their own things.

Zhao Xin followed the makeup artist and stylist to Liu Qianqian's side as soon as the shooting was suspended, and helped her hold up the heavy clothes, "Sister Qianqian, do you want to eat a piece of candy?"

"no need."

Liu Qianqian, who instantly felt relaxed, pursed her lips and smiled at the makeup artist who helped her touch up her makeup and the stylist who helped her take care of her hair.

"Thank you two teachers."

After she finished speaking, she used her hands to hold the backrest of the sofa beside her, supporting herself in a position that was more convenient for them.

"It's okay, just stand up straight, hunching over like this is tiring," the makeup artist said.

"I can do this." Although Liu Qianqian's voice was soft, her expression was sincere.

Seeing how cooperative she was with her work, the makeup artist and stylist couldn't help but speed up their movements.In a short time, they rearranged the makeup and styling.

"Sister Sissi, do you want to take a rest?"

"No, please help me." Liu Qianxi straightened her back. It didn't take long, but she could clearly feel the discomfort coming from her entire waist.

"This dress is too heavy." She frowned while thinking to herself, put a hand on Zhao Xin's arm, and said softly: "Take me to the photographer and editor, I want to take a look The shooting effect.”

Her frown made Zhao Xin feel a little distressed, "Sister Qianqian, please sit down and rest for a while."

"No, when I was changing clothes, the stylist said that these clothes are prone to wrinkles. It's not good to sit down and wrinkle the clothes."

As Liu Qianqian spoke, she moved her high-heeled feet.

It's not to be strong or to express herself. She does this because she feels that she should seize this opportunity to be featured in fashion magazines and do a good job.

Seeing her coming, the photographer and editor glanced at each other, and both saw appreciation in each other's eyes.

Although Liu Qianqian is one of the most watched new generation and has also jumped onto the international stage, in the entire fashion industry, the gap is still quite big compared to other female stars and female seniors who entered the spotlight earlier, but there is no doubt that The potential is huge.

But when it comes to the future, who can say well?

Whether it is the entertainment industry or the fashion industry, there have been potential new stars who are eye-catching and have both strength and resources.

"Editing teacher, photography teacher, can I see the effect?" Liu Qianqian covered her chest and leaned over and asked.

"Okay, come on, I'll show you the computer so it's easier for you." The photographer nodded when he saw the editor in charge. He smiled while wearing a hat and picked up the notebook, sliding it and saying:

"You were in very good shape just now, but there's something wrong with these two pictures. We'll make adjustments and retake them later."

Liu Qianqian smiled and nodded, her eyes always focused on the screen, thinking seriously...

……

on the plane.

Xiang Yang stared at the drawn drawings and scratched his head.

The tones of Song brocade fabrics are mainly simple, elegant, heavy and dignified.

It contains the meaning of "splendid but not dazzling, expensive but not obvious".It is not as bright and bright as the Yun brocade, but has a unique richness in it, which makes people fascinated by its elegance and simplicity.

<divclass="contentadv">This also leads to the fact that there are not many tricks to use this precious fabric to design clothes.Just like what he painted now, it would be stunning to others, but it would look familiar to him.

As he continued to paint, he painted it into a "new Chinese dress" style.

In particular, the obvious Chinese elements in the stand-up collar, placket, and raglan sleeves all convey a comfortable, generous, elegant and unrestrained charm.

Seeing the design drawing, Xiangyang could see a beautiful, elegant, kind and kind lady in front of his eyes.

But this...but this thigh is too thick.

Xiang Yang was a little scared from the bottom of his heart, but thinking about the sensation caused by the clothes at the summit and the "Hanfu" that was loved and respected by more young people, Xiang Yang was a little greedy for the manuscript paper in his hand.

He admits that he is not a complacent person and feels that what his ancestors left behind is the best.But from the perspective of a person in the clothing industry, he also recognizes the desire of the new generation of Chinese people in the future to restore "Chinese clothing."

Otherwise, he would not work so hard to present Chinese elements in the fashion weeks he participated in.but.

"I don't understand this place. Please explain it to me."

While Xiang Yang was meditating, Jiang Mumu, who had been reading a book after taking off, suddenly made a soft sound.She held the book in her hand, turned her head and glanced at Xiang Yang's draft.

Seeing the clothes sketched on Xiangyang paper, she asked curiously: "Draw another sketch?"

"Well, just draw whatever you want." Xiang Yang finished speaking pretending to be relaxed, and carefully put away his manuscript, fearing that Jiang Mumu would peek into it.

Seeing that he was guarding her like a thief, Jiang Mumu was really shocked again. She almost didn't know what words to use to describe this guy. "I said, what's wrong with you?!"

"Well, it's okay." Xiang Yang's face didn't change.

"You!" Jiang Mumu suddenly felt her chest congested. Before she could speak, she heard Xiang Yang say in a brisk tone: "Don't be old, you, your, you. Don't have some expectations that you shouldn't have. Look at what you shouldn't see. It’s not good for you now.”

"Why is there no benefit?" Jiang Mumu asked.

"You should lay the foundation first. There are things you can't understand in such a simple book. Didn't you rely on your connections to graduate from college?"

Xiang Yang said this in a joking manner, but in fact it was a bit sincere.

To be honest, if he hadn't seen that the other party was still saved, he wouldn't have bothered to say anything to the other party for this kind of persuasion.

An introduction to Chinese silk. I can’t understand anything like an outline. How did you learn this?

If I had known that before I agreed, I should have strictly checked the resume sent by Jiang Mumu and carefully looked at it.At this level, have you ever won an award after graduation?

Holding the book and being stunned for a moment, Jiang Mumu suddenly realized something, and a hidden smile suddenly appeared on her face. Even though she covered her mouth for fear of disturbing others, her clear "giggle" laughter still attracted Xiang Yang's attention.

"Why are you laughing?" Xiang Yang was a little unhappy.

But after he asked, Jiang Mumu made a sound like "plop", and her cheeks hidden under her fingers turned red because she was smiling too happily.

"Sick?" Xiang Yang thought immediately.

Seeing the other person's face sinking, Jiang Mumu tried her best to straighten her posture. After stopping her laughter, she stretched out a hand and said, "Hello, Mr. Xiang, let me meet you. I am Jiang Mumu, a photographer from the Academy of Fine Arts. Graduated with an art major.”

"Huh? Photography?"

"Well, yes, I sent you my resume last night. Didn't you read it?"

"...Me!" Looking at Jiang Mumu's malicious smile, Xiang Yang gasped.Jiang Mumu leaned back on the seat, looked at Xiang Yang with interest, and said leisurely:

"Mr. Xiang, don't take things for granted. You just taught me that before getting on the plane."

"I……!"

Thanks to the boss: poor Taoists are all handsome Zhang Tui, thank you~