Fever

The shooting was too long, and during the break, Al invited me to take a look at the photos.The photos scanned into the computer were better than I expected. Natasha was wrapped in a blanket, staring at the screen without saying a word.Alfred looked at me, but he was dutifully discussing it with me.The weird atmosphere is always inseparable, and the people gathered around barely washed away some of the strangeness.That snap shot turned out so well, it was so eye-catching, and I realized it was going to be a marker of success for me.I looked at my watch, and I had about 10 minutes to go before shooting, so I said, "I'm going out for a cigarette."

Al looked at me, and he followed suit, "Me too."

I cursed a curse word silently in my heart, and when I opened the door and walked out, the wind suddenly came over me, and I couldn't help shivering.He walked very quickly, walked to my side in a short while, and said to me, "I want to look at you with admiration."

"You should have realized this earlier," I stopped and looked at him, then slowly raised my hand and gave him the middle finger.He took out a cigarette from his pocket, then gave me one, I took it, and lit it with a lighter.He said to me, "You're smoking too much."

"I don't need to stress this again," I said to him, "you can't control it."

He laughed, and then looked away slightly, "Come on, don't mention this, I'm serious, you surprised me so much."

I rolled my eyes at him, "You think I'm...um, crazy?"

He raised his hands, "Oh no, I didn't think about it that way," I was still looking at him coldly, he coughed, and then said, "You're always flirting with death."

There was a good comedic effect to this statement, but I didn't laugh.I pondered for a while and replied, "You have grasped the essence of British humor."

Of course he was right.I have been pursuing, but that is not death, I am pursuing elsewhere through it, maybe it is life.I stood where I was, and he opened his arms to me, and I knew he wanted me to walk over and give him a hug back, but it wasn't possible.

I said to him, "You're making me your sweetheart again? Wrong way, Yankee."

I was actually a little annoyed, but I hadn't expected Alfred's savagery.I'm really curious about the structure of his brain, because he doesn't realize my anger at all, and I'm really dissatisfied, he always has a kind of natural pride, and this kind of thing has nothing to do with me .

I finished my cigarette in silence, then strode away.

I think I managed to piss off Alfred.He followed me back to the studio, and I deliberately didn't pay attention to his expression, I didn't feel guilty or anything, but that look made me uncomfortable.Natalia's arms were bare, and the clothes on her chest were deliberately torn into strips. Her face was pale and pale, but with a cool blush on her face. She folded her arms and stretched them out like wings. , it was a swan invaded by plunder.

I seem to be able to hear the screams and anger.Alfred was smoking an unlit cigarette, holding the camera on his knees and constantly adjusting the angle, and it was hard for me to judge his expression just by peripheral vision.Natalia found what it was like to be in front of the camera, and that alone put me in a good mood.My phone vibrated and I took it out to see that it was Isa.

"I'm in the studio." I said right away, and she pondered for a while, "Well, I know, I just want to tell you, don't you come to the restaurant for dinner after the shooting?"

"Oh... what did you earn again?"

"Don't think of me as a housewife, Arthur," she raised her voice, and then said argumentatively, "it's Ellie... Alisa, yes, she wants to see you."

That Swiss girl.I responded with an 'oh', "It's about an hour, do you have enough to kill the time before we meet?"

"Of course there is, at least I can show her a good tour of your studio, I have the key - don't worry, I won't let her go to your room." She finished speaking very fast, Then he added a sentence at the end, "The location will call you, you'd better bring Al."

"Oh no... Isa, why?"

"For various reasons, I think you will be interested." When she finished speaking, it really succeeded in arousing my curiosity.My first thought was Alfred's girlfriend, but no, I remember the blond girl as a proper American.I hung up the phone and felt that the metal case was a little hot.Then I stood in front of the computer and looked at the photos, at least there was nothing to criticize.I turned to Natalia and said, "Thank you."

Her icy face seemed to be relieved of exhaustion.I asked her, how is your step, and she replied, you can come to the show to see.

There's a small Stella McCartney launch next week.I have always been a fan of the Beatles, and her design is indeed full of rock and sexy taste, besides, she is one of my predecessors, one of the legends of St. Martin.I looked at Natalia, and an indescribable feeling seemed to spread over her.I believe in her plasticity, she looked at me with those pale eyes, which were a bit amber, more like smoked.

"Lucy in the sky with diamonds," I said softly to her, she frowned slightly, her lipstick that had not been wiped off had a strange cold light, "you are suitable for these diamonds."

She stood there without moving.I went back to discuss it with my editor, and when the matter was settled, I forced myself to think of Isha's request.Yes, Alfred.He was chatting with several young makeup artists in the studio at this time. His American accent always easily attracted everyone's attention, not to mention that his gestures were full of sunshine, which was completely opposite to the haze in England.He laughed loudly, as if he had mentioned some interesting past events.

It's much better to face him at this time than to talk alone.I weighed how to speak, but realized I was a hopeless social idiot, because I was stuck walking up to him, and obviously I was aware of my own stiffness.He turned his face to look at me, and I immediately averted my gaze at that moment.

"Oh...it seems that you get along well," my speech nerves were a little out of control, which made the words always have some strange flavors, Alfred stopped talking, and then he said, "You also have to Join, Arthur?"

"Actually, I'm here...uh, to invite you." The word paused in my brain for three seconds before it slipped smoothly to the tip of my tongue.He looked at me with some surprise, and the rest of the young girls did the same, staring at me, my thumb rubbed against the fingernail of my index finger, and I added, "Isha treats you, she asked you to come with me."

"It seems that she plans to be a peacemaker?" He asked back, this is a secret that we only understand, so I shook my head and replied, "Whatever you think, in short, are you going or not?"

He spread his hands, "Of course, why not?" After a pause, he added with a smile, "I'll take it as your apology."

This makes me feel dissatisfied yet again.Now it's hard to tell who's better, and I really want to punch him in the face, I believe he wants to show off his attractiveness, like muscles and male genitals, and take the fuck Threatening me is bullshit, oh--fucking.

I shook the phone at him, but tried not to show a trace of anger on my face.So those young makeup artists glanced at each other and smiled knowingly.

"Have you known each other before?"

"Not so much acquaintance." I replied, but my smile played a certain role in confusing, and the truth of this sentence was not so easy to distinguish.Alfred seemed to want to put his arm around my shoulder, but I dodged it cleverly.I kindly tossed him the lighter, but he never lit it. I guess he has been waiting for this opportunity.

The studio here is too messy, and the light is too bright.It was windy outside, and the difference in luminosity was a bit big.I waved for a taxi, and Alfred followed, and I said to the driver, "Go to Bond Street."

There was a faint smell of smoke in the car.I leaned against the car window and watched the street lights flying by along the street in a daze.Alfred seemed unable to bear the atmosphere, he said, "Hey, Arthur."

"Why do you study photography?" I deliberately didn't respond, but instead prevaricated with questions. He was stunned for a while, and then said, "Don't you think this is great?"

"Oh yes, freedom rules the world." I glanced at him. "I forgot, you bloody liberal."

He was noncommittal, but instead said to me, "And to promote beauty and justice, wouldn't that be great!"

"Yeah, I forgot again that you're still a bloody hero." I answered him, and he fell silent, so I babbled on, which was kind of funny.

"I'm a rebel," I said very softly, "I'm a bad guy trying to make my eyeballs explode," and at this point I looked back at Al, "Oh, but you know, I've never been an outsider*."

What do I say this for.After blurting it out, I regretted it a bit.He stared at me, and then he moved his lips and said two words slowly.

"MAD BOY."