Mr. Butler on the catwalk

Zhang Yishan looked at He Shiwei, just watched, without speaking.

Camera switch.

... The catwalk on the stage is still going on.

The background music of Colin's previous appearance gradually faded out, followed by TheSuraQuintet's Private Pleasures. Pierre walked out slowly from the third-floor platform with a lazy expression and leisurely steps.Diagonally behind him is a follow spot light, which lazily follows his advancing steps.The color of this light is not a dazzling white, but an ambiguous yellow.Half of Pierre's side face was hidden in the shadows, only the corner of his mouth showing a half-smile.

On him is a set of deep wine red pajamas - autumn and winter style with an open front, quilted texture, revealing diamond-shaped cotton checks.The belt is half untied, revealing retro pajama pants.This style may be called long johns or cotton wool trousers in Chinese, but the texture and design are quite different.The one worn by Pierre is a style often worn by British old-school gentlemen in the past. It is a light dark green that is deliberately worn out, and it is completely made of thick cotton thread with vertical cotton patterns.The trousers were slightly baggy at the waist and crotch, but were closed at the ankles.The clothes are made of classic retro tones, with a sense of heaviness that does not match the modern design—however, this heaviness justly highlights Pierre's unique temperament.

After all, the outfit on his body looks like the owner of a manor.Pierre himself has aristocratic status, although sometimes he seems too leisurely and inappropriate - but his innate something called "nobility" allows him to hold back those extravagant clothes.The clean design doesn't suit him: wrapped in sharp cuts, it just makes his signature, ambiguous smile look out of place.And in the thick colors mixed together on his body, his never tense, always smiling face seems to have another meaning.

His prominent family and possessions shaped his character.He naturally decided that there was no big deal in this world-this is the unique world view of the favorites of fate.He never feels inferior, because he doesn't take too many things, including himself, seriously.This temperament can't be said to be good or bad, but many people can't learn it in their whole life.

He has an enviable, pure, aristocratic temperament.

This temperament is what luxury models need most but also lack most.They may be majestic enough, but they also carry the obvious label of being "models".Most of them are pure exhibitors, not "owners".They are the foil of luxury goods, beautiful, exquisite, and magnificent, and then lose their identity as "masters".

Isn't it the job of a model to show off?Maybe someone will ask.However, stated or unspoken, conscious or unrealized vanity is the root cause of consumers' behavior of buying luxury goods.And the projection psychology these consumers usually have will allow them to bring themselves into the scene where Pierre is at the moment they see Pierre. "I want to be an aristocrat like him" - the subconscious will convey this message to them and prompt them to make a purchase.The signal he sends out is something that no one else can do.

Luo Han looked at Pierre on the stage, and commented softly in the dark: "...he is not young anymore, and maybe he won't be popular either. But he can go on for a long time."

Gordon showed a very shallow smile, shook his head, and sighed: "It's really enviable, you are born lucky."

……

If Pierre is the lucky one, then Raul, who will walk on the stage next, will be the unlucky endorsement.

Because he clashed with Sasha.

The Zhuangshan mentioned here certainly does not mean that two people wear exactly the same clothes.Rather, Raul's design style is very similar to Sasha's - the same light and baggy texture, the same light-colored color scheme, and the same robe style.Raul, like Sasha, can't take the tough guy style, so he can only retreat and take a neutral route.It's a pity that Sasha's walk is simply an enchanting female route, who can fight recklessly?The hardware conditions are more than one level better than Raul.So when Raul stood on the aisle with a pale face, and the light beige gauze cardigan on his body fluttered in the wind, there were immediately whispers in the audience.

Recalling all the encounters in this training camp, Raul almost cried on stage.It's not sad, it's pure dissatisfaction.He gritted his teeth and closed the front of his robe, and stepped forward with an inexplicable air of killing, but it was so crooked that it made people's eyes shine.

Gordon raised his head and looked at Raul's unwilling eyes shining on the big screen—the young man finally woke up.After a few weeks of training, Raul was always absent-minded.As bystanders, at most they just tried their best to give some pointers, and they couldn't help them how to take the next road.

"It's good to be young."

... So there is still capital to make mistakes, and mistakes can be corrected.Gordon bowed his head and drew a circle next to Lauer's name.After two or three years, if the kid has made great progress, LGM can consider signing it.

--"dad!!!"

After a while, from somewhere in the auditorium, there came such a clear, girlish cry.Gordon raised his head to look left and right, and after another thought, he raised his chin and looked up the stage, and it was indeed Sean who was walking on the stage.

Sean looked like a clumsy lion with an arched back—a half-palm-thick brown fur cloak was draped over his back, and the animal fur shone brightly under the stage lights.Under the cloak, he was wearing a color-block suit made of denim—the left half was washed blue, studded with handmade beige teddy bear charms.The right half is fully patched with country plaid, and the neckline is decorated with a row of pins.Naturally, the trousers of the suit had to be rolled up, revealing the brown woolen socks with fur balls.The pair of leather shoes on his feet are of an old bronze color, with round pointed toes, and the unique bending marks of old leather shoes are made on the upper.Sean's feet were a little bit foreign, and with his shiny head on his head, he wobbled and walked over with a smile.His eyes could not be seen from smiling, and there was still a faint stubble on his chin, but he was inexplicably lovable.

Rohan commented:

"If it's Sean, even if he's bald in middle age, someone will let him go to the catwalk."

There are countless handsome guys in this world, but a handsome dad who is full of warmth at home is handsome to a different level.

...The next one to take the stage is Aestes.This kid quit the modeling business after today's show, and seems to be going back to Princeton to teach.So today, he just broke the jar and broke out. His long, smooth hair was covered under the black afro, and a model of the eight planets was placed on top of the afro.This out-of-the-ordinary shape will make people look like a four-headed body, probably to balance the sense of relaxation, the designer designed a snow-white suit for him - the cut is very close, and there is silver thread embroidery on it of dark lines.This dark pattern is exquisite, imitating the signatures of Einstein Bohr Feynman Maxwell.A colorful wavy horizontal stripe on the chest extends from the left breast, and the source of creativity is the duality of waves and particles.

Obviously it should be the look and feel of Frankenstein, coupled with Aestis' Greek statue-like profile, it is pleasing to the eye.He stood still on the stage, and then took his hands out of his trouser pockets—the camera followed up with a close-up. His ten fingers were all wearing rings, which were made of transparent glass. They were a row of small flasks, measuring cups, and small scales. Different kind of playful and cute.

"As a curtain call performance, I give it 9.5 points, but it is a good challenge to the fashion industry."

-Josvan Heel, Main Editor, "L'officiel Hommes France"

After him came Adechico.He seemed to have been looking forward to this final stage for a long time, and when he stepped onto the aisle, he took a heavy step, making the aisle erected in the air tremble slightly.He's wearing a pilot outfit from the last century—goggles on a brown leather cap, even with metal studs on the rim.The short jacket wraps his muscular body just right, and the warmth of the lambswool jacket lining matches the sense of coercion brought by his height.The cuffs of the jacket were rolled up all the way, and Adechico's chocolate-colored skin shone with a dazzling radiance.Inside his jacket was a loose vest, yellowed like sweat stains, but on the front of the vest was printed an old pop-style portrait of Franklin in women's clothing.It also seems that starting from here, something is wrong.

The high-waisted leather trousers are thick and ordinary, but a belt tied into a bow is added to the waist.The embellishment of the belt is the faintly visible beige lace edge, no more, no less, the weight is just enough to make people suspect that you are gay.The dark brown mid-cut leather boots on the feet are the most concise design, but they are high-heeled or wedge-shaped, which immediately adds a subtle meaning.

Other than that, everything is tough guy style.

Oddly enough, those little details of the womenswear fit well into the overall style—bright but not obtrusive, nor did it detract from Adechico's masculinity.He definitely doesn't look like a big male nanny, the masculinity is very obvious.

“The takeaway from him is that there are no materials that are exclusive to womenswear. Never.”

-Michael Gonzalez, Fashion Director, "Hercules Spain"

The first few models had a great performance, and the next few were no less.Nafario abandoned the suit and leather shoes of the Mafia boss, and put on the boy's uniform of the Eton College school uniform. The suspenders and round tortoise-shell glasses matched inexplicably, and the black hair of the Italian was clearly marked.He clutched the strap of the cowhide messenger bag tightly in his hand. The striped short-sleeved shirt was orange with white dots printed on it, and the button was buttoned nervously to the top one.A large area of ​​orange-pink blush can't cover his melancholy eyes, he is like a child who was forced to grow up, walking on the stage makes people feel distressed.

Luke turned into an ascetic monk in the desert, wearing an earth-colored fringed robe mixed with red that had been polished by wind and sand, and his face without any makeup brought out primitive compassion.Before the melodious Sanskrit music that followed him was over, Sistakevich jumped onto the stage with the prelude to "Rockers to Swallow".Small pieces of square transparent acrylic panels were put together with chains to form a dress on him. In the private parts of the dress, the acrylic panels were simply painted black to protect privacy, making the three points more conspicuous.With the sky-high white onion and fluorescent green plastic boots, the sense of the future is almost blinding.When Edmund came to the stage, the black veil was the first to win, the black and purple vertical striped silk shirt with a round neck and padded shoulders, and the ascetic bow tie on the volcanic stone collar button.The tight cropped trousers on the lower body and the Oxford bag on the waist are so black that they reflect light, and the whole person seems to have stepped out of a gloomy oil painting—a widow in the 30s, flirtatious and vicious.After him, Travis took the completely opposite route-the designer who cooperated with him was Jeremy Scott, who simply enlarged the wings on the Adidas wing shoes thirty times and inserted them directly into the shoes of Travis. the back of his shirt.Travis is wearing a bright blue down jacket, his upper and lower body seems to be inflated, and he looks like the mascot of Michelin from a distance.Thanks to his long hands and long feet, the exposed wrists and ankles are also thin, which balances the swelling feeling.

The audience in the audience watched with gusto, and then looked through the list of models in their hands, only to realize that there were only five models left who did not walk on stage.

LGM actually has arrangements for the grand finale—the remaining few are ranked according to their scores, and the top ones are: Portway, Aikawa Masayuki, Rivers, Alfred (who has already retired) ) and Luo Lin.Sasha's current score is actually higher than Portway's, but he is not among these people if he wins the opening game.And because of Luo Lin's special personal situation, LGM was concerned about the possibility of him having an accident, so he was put at the end.Of the few remaining, the first to appear was Portway.

The black leather cocoon coat blurred his straight shoulder line, and the silk cotton T-shirt with a collar in the coat was printed with the nebula pattern.The purple and pink glares converged on his chest, smudged, and the stars were the dazzling highlights, dotted on the side. The T-shirt is cropped and has a wide hem, revealing gridded white lingerie.The mermaid line looms under the underwear, and then disappears at the top edge of the trousers.The cropped trousers covered the buttocks, and a pair of thick-soled black sandals were under his feet.

After looking at the strange and weird design, the audience seemed to be a little overwhelmed with such a normal design.Just like after the experimental catwalk, the stage is switched back to Paris Fashion Week, and the normal has also become the abnormal.However, to be honest, the fashion shows of various luxury brands still focus on Portway's highly wearable designs.

Portway was wearing the most typical design, wearing the most typical makeup, and walking the most typical stage of the first-line model.

His face was as sharp as a knife, and every corner of the outline seemed to have been precisely calculated and then polished.He didn't have raised eyebrows, no upturned corners of his mouth that didn't make sense—he only had a good face that was so cold and inhuman.

However, his expression, which has always been flawless, now has cracks.I don't know what his team is planning, but the background music played for him turned out to be Young and Beautiful by LanaDelRey.The cold prelude sounded, and the ethereal female voice echoed in the ears of every audience. The lyrics asked word by word: "Willyoustilllovemewhen I'mnolongeryoungandbeautiful?"

Will you still love me when I am no longer young and beautiful?

"Will you still love me when I got nothing but my aching soul?"

Will you still love me when I have nothing but a tormented soul?

—and then asked himself and answered:

"I know you will, I know you will"

i know you will, i know you will

"I know that you will"

i know you will

……

No one knew Portway's mental activity at this time.In his eyes, the dazzling runway at this moment is just like an illusion.

…Five years ago, at the age of 20, he went to southern Europe with a backpack on his back for the winter, but was discovered by scouts before he arrived at his destination and stood on the catwalk.He flew all the way to London, not reaching the warm southern coast in time.Because of his smooth stardom as a model, he never seriously thought about what he really wanted.

On the first day he saw Luo Lin, he saw this Asian man in a coat looking up in front of the neon lights of Times Square, with a calm expression, but his eyes were slightly wide open, revealing childlike yearning.He remembered the angle, the man's chin buried in the scarf, the man smiling slightly, presumably because of the view.

Seeing all this, he only felt a kind of burning pain all over his body, which he couldn't understand at the time.

Then not long ago, he asked Luo Lin, who was invisible, "Where will you go after LGM is over?"

"go back."

"……China?"

"China."

"...Can't you stay?"

"It's not necessary."

"That……"

...can I go with you.Such a question got stuck in his throat and he couldn't ask it out.He knew Luo Lin well and knew the answer and reaction the other party would give.He knew that Luo Lin would never say "yes", so there was no point in being asked this sentence.

"……FD."

"Thank you." The dark-haired man smiled at him.The angle facing him is slightly different from his face.

Unspeakable pain attacked him again, he lowered his head, raised his right hand, and buried his face in his arms.

……

"Do you want to come back?"

Before leaving the stage, he called his sister.It was nothing more than a simple account of the current situation, but my sister suddenly asked him like this.

"Because you don't sound very happy," my sister explained, "and there are not enough people in the hotel, and I can barely cope with it this winter. If you have this willingness, it would be great."

"Let me think about it," was his answer.

And the moment he stood on the runway, he suddenly had an answer——

He wants to go back.Back to the small town where he was born, back to the small town in the mountains of Lapland that is almost covered by snow all year round.

He walked out there five years ago and almost lost his sense of temperature.It is like a frostbitten person who cannot understand the definition of cold and warmth, let alone pain.But when he met Luo Lin, the frost around his body slowly melted away.A little warmth is no longer a burn, and he will gradually feel cold.However, when his armor was melted into snow, Luo Lin's existence felt like a knife had been stabbed in his chest, blood flowed down, the warmth was unreal.

"Will you still love me when I'm no longer young and beautiful"

"Will you still love me when I got nothing but my aching soul"

...will you still love me?

...I know you won't.You never loved me, He Lai still said it.

Portway told himself to go back because standing in the weak New York sun would not freeze his wounds, it would just kill him.

……

Walking down the aisle, Portway once again stood firmly on the ground.This is a solid touch, but he feels more and more unreal.He walked into the shadows, and there were no follow-up lights to follow him, giving him some comfort like companionship.

When Portovey lowered his head and walked into the lounge silently, in the aisle above his head, Aikawa Masayuki was opening his arms slightly so that the wide skirts of his clothes would fly behind him with his steps.His hair is all combed back, close to the scalp - on his right forehead, two wooden folding fans opened alternately are made into hair accessories, the peach blossoms on the fan surface are looming, which can barely cover up Half of his eyebrow and the corner of his right eye.

His upper body was a royal blue double-breasted gown, but at this time the gown was wide open, and it flew up and fluttered behind him with the steps he took.On the wide open chest, you can see the pattern of the dragon—it was drawn by the designer himself with a small acrylic brush.The rough edges inexplicably bring out some freehand charm.His bottoms are black satin culottes, which are ankle-length and tied with belts. There is also a knee-covering fabric hanging from the waist, which is embroidered with large peonies, which clearly has an antique meaning.

"This is... a kimono?" Luo Han couldn't see clearly.Gordon shook his head: "Chinese style."

Aikawa Masashiki has a Qin Han style in everything he does.His designer is an ABC who knows nothing about the culture of his mother country. In order to be inspired by Chinese culture, he specially went to Xi'an for an inspection. He also stayed in Suzhou and Hangzhou for half a month and brought back more than ten rolls of hand-spun fabrics.But no one expects him to actually make a set of Hanfu, and this is not his original intention - all the patterns on the cloth of the skirt are dead, and I don't know how to wear the inner shirt.The visual effect of the robe is good enough, and it is handsome enough to float, so this is the only one outside.Tattoos are fun, so I'll draw one too. I don't know if this dragon can only be tattooed on the shoulder.Do you really want to do embroidery?This thing is too troublesome, just look a little casually, abstractionisbeauty.Well, you finally look like a Chinese in such clothes now, are you satisfied now, our so-called national characteristics?

……What did you say?Which half of your blood is Japanese?

Oops, I made a mistake, I always thought you had a Chinese father like me.

Just wear it like this haha.

... This is the whole story of Aikawa Masayuki wearing Chinese style this time.

Ai Chuan on the stage didn't care much, and was very happy to wear this outfit to look like a king.

Offstage, the lounge gradually became lively.He Shiwei, who was still here before, went to nowhere, leaving only Zhang Yishan and a group of models who walked the stage to watch the live show on the monitor.Zhang Yishan had been looking at Masashi Aikawa's face for a long time, and he was already familiar with it.Just looking at it from a certain angle on the screen, that face always feels like someone I've seen before.

...Like who?

……

There are only two models left on the backstage.Rivers stood on one side, and Luo Lin was on the other side facing him.Two people have to take two elevators to go to different aisles, so there is a long distance between them.Luo Lin folded his hands and sat securely on the chair next to the elevator.The makeup artist around him came over to touch up his makeup, and he raised his chin obediently, like a quiet doll.

Rivers looked at Luo Lin from a distance through the staff running around in the background.The photographer with earphones yelled loudly, and hurriedly ran past his eyes.The clothing assistant is confirming the details again and again, and the designer is talking on the phone with someone on the side.The people coming and going are like unfocused black shadows, and only Luo Lin is the colored focus.Rivers sat in his corner, leaning back in his chair, his hands behind his head, his left leg crossed over his right—a casual, wild pose with no relaxed expression on his face. .He just looked at the focal point without saying a word - looked at Luo Lin.His eyes were empty, as if he was looking somewhere else through Luo Lin.

Beside him, the elevator doorbell rang—it was time for him to get on stage.Rivers stood up and walked to the elevator door, closed his eyes, and called his assistant loudly.He heard a "come on" from a distance, and he thought it must be an illusion.