Fever

And time proved that I was very lucky.

My acquaintance with Alfred was very ordinary. Occasionally, I met this unmannered American in a bar in the West End. After a few casual conversations, I realized that he was actually very smart.He is a famous photographer, traveling all the way around the world with his camera on his shoulders.Afterwards, we went on a few more dates, and at his initiative, I ambiguously acquiesced in the relationship between them.I know that he has never really come out, or that he is curious like a drug test. He has an upright girlfriend, a top student from New York. Although they are often separated from each other, at least I have heard him on the phone more than once. Shout out sweetheart.

I don't mind this situation, as he said, the relationship between us is quite vague.I often use a sharp, stitch-like smile to ridicule his freedom and ease, while he looks at me with those blue eyes and grinned.

"Don't you mind?"

"Of course I don't mind." I said, and then he threw himself over, leaned directly beside me, and asked me happily with sideways eyes, "What are you thinking? Huh? Arthur? Arthur`skingdom ?”

My self-created brand is called KK, Kirkland`sKingdom. Now it has begun to take shape and has begun to appear in world-class fashion weeks. I don’t talk about the paths I fought in the past. I don’t think those are things to be proud of.Al habitually ignored my last name and called Arthur.I didn't even bother to correct him after many times, he was as good as ever at ignoring other people's opinions, arguing with him about them was pointless.I lay on my back, he leaned closer, and then whispered in my ear.

"You're really difficult."

"You don't need to say more about that." I looked down and answered him, my hand was on the back of his neck, it was extremely warm, with a burning temperature.He laughed and told me he would be in London for a month this time.I figured he wanted to see the look of joy on my face, so I blinked and said to him, "All April?"

"Yes, I'm off to Holland in May," he said, "and then to Northern Europe in early summer, and then in August."

nordic.I laughed under my breath, and he seemed to wonder why I was laughing, so I told him that once at Harrow, there was a classmate from Denmark who actually liked our funny hats very much, but the most sarcastic ones were he.Finally, this bold sarcasm was heard by the mentor, who locked him up for an afternoon for not observing discipline.

"Your hats are like UFOs."

"Very handsome actually, um, charming," I replied casually, closing my eyes.Alfred has always maintained that posture.And when I closed my eyes, I saw many things.I have never been to Northern | Europe, but at this time I seem to have seen the aurora with my own eyes.However, it was wet there, but I was like holding a match, and then a large forest was burned, and the rising ocean filled my cup, and I felt a little chilly.

I think about now.I'm not at Harrow.

"I want to take a good shot of your show." He said, his fluent American English harassing in his ear, "Hey, Arthur, when can you officially invite me?"

I remember when he introduced himself to me, the first sentence was that I am a hero who records beauty.I have to admit that I got a little interested in him because of that statement.He records beauty, and I create beauty, which in itself is unusually coordinated.I'm actually very passionate about it, and if Alfred wasn't a photographer, he wouldn't be where he is now.

"Maybe we need to wait." I answered him in a soft tone, but it was tantamount to a refusal.He obviously understood the meaning and just sat up.

"You're a bad fellow, Arthur."

I figured he was staring at me with those blue eyes right now.And I couldn't help but let the whistling blue in my mind turn into black and white, and then turned into steel needles and pierced down, forming rows of crosses.

I'm famous, according to Alfred, because you're a bad guy.

In addition to designing for my own brand, I also collaborate with other companies most of the time. KK was established not long ago, and apart from me, the company itself is very immature and young.I'm exhausted after finishing a long-term collaboration with a big, prestigious company, and I'm going to be doing an interview with Vogue* next, and the thought of it is exhausting.I've never been good at dealing with these.

"My best memory is in St. Martin," I said, throwing the magazine in my hand on the table, while Isa, who was opposite me, was sitting on the sofa in a resting posture, fiddling with her newly-made nails carefully.I glanced at it briefly, fluorescent blue, good job, this is very beautiful, just like the tropical fish swimming in the aquarium.While listening to my words with a slight nod, she said, "That's right, Arthur, so you're going back to the academy to give lectures for the juniors this time?"

"Invited," I replied, "you know it doesn't make much sense, but in fact I just want to go back and have a look."

She snorted without answering.Isa is from the East District. Her father was an ordinary taxi driver. She dropped out of school at the age of 16 and started working in Anderson&Shepherd in Port Savile. She is most proud of her former customers including a certain Prince.Later, when she was working for Koji Tachino, she happened to meet me, and she became my collaborator after going back and forth.

She is a remarkable woman and I admire her from the bottom of my heart.She seemed to be bored, stood up abruptly, and then picked her hair in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling mirror, "Vogue interview in the afternoon? Oh, by the way, I have reviewed the model."

"Yep."

"Will Alfred come?"

"Perhaps, of course he doesn't usually come," I replied. "Will you come with me?"

She raised her eyebrows, "Okay, I bet you're not good at making demands on those models."

She was right.I stepped back to look in the mirror and said to her, "Your nails really don't suit you."

Before participating in the interview, Isa introduced to me a young girl who just graduated from the art department of the University of Bern in Switzerland. I took the album she gave me with some curiosity. The binding was not exquisite, but very concise.The first page that unfolds is a black velvet fabric with minimal design work in hand-embroidered green and pale pink flowers.The green color is relatively blue, and the flowers are not limited to the traditional shapes, just like small light bulbs.I turned a few pages back, and there were a lot of photos, which I presumed were works on the graduation project.

"Does she have experience in ready-to-wear?" I returned the album to her, and Isa pondered for a while before replying, "Aquascutum, she used to do an internship there."

I couldn't help applauding, "Aquascutum appreciated at a young age? That's really amazing."

She stared at me for a while, and then started flipping through the album, "I know what you want to say, yes, this lovely girl does have enough opportunities to continue working there and get a matching status, but she can't I didn’t think that was the best thing.”

I suggested that she come to the office some other day.Isha seemed satisfied with my decision, a smile appeared on her face, and she said to me cheerfully, "Let's go, I believe today's interview and filming will be very successful."

Inspiration is very important when designing.However, this kind of illusory thing is difficult to capture at all. I often shut myself in the room for a whole day, or turn on all the lights, and even set the mobile phone to a constant light mode, or draw the curtains. Tightly, not allowing a glimmer of light to reveal.Isa became my spokesperson. She often turned away all kinds of people in the office. She laughed at herself and said that she was like a kindergarten teacher, and even more like a guard, keeping everything out for me.I didn't answer, most of the time I still like to choose a person to sit in the middle of the room and smoke silently.

I am not good at expressing, this ability to act has always been particularly clumsy in me, nicotine is my best companion, I know it has always been with me since my long childhood.

I came back from the interview feeling very tired, and it was rewarding to chat with Alexandra, the editor-in-chief of Vogue, a very bright British woman whose dress I admired a lot.She had the wit to use the blues and greens well, and spoke to me in that soft Cockney accent in that soft voice.The models selected by Yisha are surprisingly good. I know they have only entered the industry not long ago, but they are all very strict with themselves.One of them is from Belarus, and I have to admit that her three-dimensional facial features and clothing are so natural.Isa deliberately mentioned the young girl on the way back, and I guessed what she meant.

Naturally, I agreed, and I thought about the earth-shaking changes such a casual decision would bring to the other party.There are always people who are blessed by nature. I don't believe in God, and all power is in the hands of people.