[American Entertainment] Born to be passionate

[Oscar once again opened a double yolk egg after many years, Edmundo and Zemeckis are both the best director]

It didn't even wait for the next day, less than half an hour after the Oscars ended and entered the party. Edmondo, who presented the award to himself.

The topic became hot, the newspaper quickly sold out, new traffic codes appeared, and various reports about this non-American genius director with natural white hair, arrogant personality and exceptionally rebellious personality emerged endlessly overnight.

Edmondo quickly became the new darling of the public.

From the strict mainstream media to the eye-catching tabloids, they almost used a magnifying glass to list every piece of Edmondo's news by category.

'Did you watch the Oscars? '

'Did you see Edmundo's clothes? '

'He brought two companions, can you believe it? '

'Who noticed the mark on Edmondo's waist? '

Topics like these have been the stuff of gossip lately, and so have Matt Damon and Ben Affleck, who once again walked in with a thick stack of newspapers on the morning of the third day after the Oscars. In the shared apartment, Matt was sitting on the carpet holding their script and revising it repeatedly, and there was still a bowl of unfinished milk-soaked cereal in his hand.

"Guess how many lovers our beautiful director has, from the newspapers I have seen at least 3 women who said they were pregnant by him and 5 men who claimed to be his ex-boyfriend." Ben photographed those newspapers There was a rattling sound, and then he bent down and swapped the cereal and the newspaper next to his friend, "Hurry up and get to know Edmundo, otherwise we will never have a chance to get close to him."

Matt put the script aside and sighed.

"I don't know if it's the right thing to do." He pulled a newspaper and looked at Edmondo with a bright smile on it and said pessimistically, "He's fine, I like him very much, but this approach He—Ben, I don't want to lie to him."

"No, no, no one wants you to lie to him. There is nothing wrong with approaching with a purpose. On the contrary, it may be more beneficial." Ben analyzed with his arm on his friend's shoulder, "Edmondo is a very open-minded person. Don't pursue a stable relationship, you can tell from the speed at which he changes men around him, he's just dtf (downtofuck)"

Matt frowned.

"Hey, don't be so blunt." He complained, "We just want to find funding for the script, there is no need to talk about him so badly."

Ben let go of his buddy's shoulder and looked at him strangely.

"We don't just want to find investment for the script, we also want to find a backer for ourselves. Where did your excitement go when I was lucky enough to get the news that Edmondo and Spielberg are about to start a company together?" Ben Leng He lowered his face and said seriously, "Edmundo has money and status. Although he is not as good as some veteran producers, he has a bottom line, and when you have sex with him, you can look at his pretty face and hypnotize yourself. rule."

Matt pursed his lips, a tangled expression appeared on his face.

"Of course it doesn't have to be him. If you don't want to, then I'll sleep with him instead." Ben made the last big move, "Or——I'll take you to find Weinstein."

Matt slapped the stack of newspapers.

"No, absolutely not Weinstein," he said almost through his teeth. "Cutting to him after we saw him harassing female employees? No, I don't think that's going to work."

"Then Edmondo," Ben said, "we're in Hollywood, man, not a welfare institution, and you can't do a movie and still be pure, a white-haired beauty or a veteran giant, you have to choose one. "

Matt struggled for half a minute, and finally he gave in to himself.

"I'll go find him in the afternoon, but this time I have to do it my way, I don't want to be seen as a digging boy, okay," he said.

Ben stopped him.

"It's good to have this energy, but you have to keep it." He smiled and took out a copy from the pile of newspapers, "Because Edmondo is not in Los Angeles now, he flew to London the day the Oscars ended Participate in some strange catwalk event."

Matt took the newspaper and examined it carefully.

"The genius director appeared in London, wearing avant-garde and bold models and taking the runway"

……

At the same time, Edmondo was resting in McQueen's studio. There were a lot of changes here. There were a lot more things than when he came last time. Even the sofa was replaced with a more comfortable high-end product.

Next to him sat Leonardo, and he had a short vacation before the final audition, so he chose to come to London between the Oscar party and London with Edmundo.Alicia didn't come and she didn't come to the party because he got a job offer from a new friend in a romantic comedy in which she liked the characters.

"Honey, you look like you haven't slept for a week. Yesterday's show made you exhausted." Edmondo and I cared from a corner of the sofa, "Now that the show is over, you can also have a good rest."

McQueen, holding a pile of leftovers, gave him an apologetic smile.

"Obviously not," he said. "I have another season of fashion to prepare, and those ideas are in my head, and I have to make them into reality—my dummy is broken, come and help."

"You're welcome." Edmondo yawned, got up and walked over, "Where's David (Tennant), isn't he here with you?"

"A drama found him. He is now performing with the troupe every day, and occasionally he can come here for half a day." McQueen took a piece of black fabric and wrapped it around Edmondo's body, and answered while cutting it, then he quickly glanced at the sofa Leonardo, who seemed bored, asked in a low voice, "Is he your boyfriend now?"

Edmundo raised his eyebrows slightly lazily.

"Who told you that I have a boyfriend." He asked back, "Remember, my dear, Edmondo doesn't look for a boyfriend—"

"—he only looks for a lover." McQueen helped to complete the second half of the sentence, he rolled his eyes at Edmundo, and then smirked: "Come on, I know what you mean, but even if it is a lover , there is always the more important one, what I want to ask is exactly this, is this kid your most important lover at present?"

Edmondo shrugged: "At least he's important until I find a new one."

McQueen expressed his incomprehension. He asked about other people, so the two began to share their experiences, favorite decorations, and even locations. Leonardo leaned on the armrest and propped his chin to peek at Edmund. Many, and at this moment, the sound of someone coming in came from the door.

"Hey Alex, we agreed to introduce your director friend to me, have you forgotten?"

This voice attracted the attention of the three people in the room. Under their gaze, an elegant man in a suit and sunglasses with a slightly moved hairline came in.

McQueen gave a short exclamation, and then patted his forehead.

"Sorry Tom, I'm too busy with work, I forgot about you." He spoke faster, then put down the cropping tool in his hand and introduced to Edmondo: "This is Tom Ford, the creative director of Gucci, currently I am preparing to develop into the fashion industry."

"Good morning." Tom Ford held out his hand to Edmundo, "I have wanted to know you for a long time, Mr. Moreira."

Edmondo shook his hand.

He is not familiar with Tom Ford, but anyone who has experience in Hollywood or the fashion industry knows that the legendary founder of TF, who worked as a fashion designer in his early years, then moved to Hollywood and made good movies, and later Entering the beauty industry, the most famous lipstick Edmondo did not know how many pieces he bought.

Of course there is one more important-

Tom Ford likes gays too.

"Hey! You guys have been staring at each other for too long." Leonardo was keenly aware of this, and he quickly jumped up and came to Edmundo's side, pushing Ford away on the grounds of saying hello, "Sorry , I didn't sleep well last night and I'm cranky now—I'm Leonardo DiCaprio."

Ford naturally understood what he meant.

"Don't get excited, Leo," he said affectionately, "I have a boyfriend of almost 10 years, so you don't have to worry about me taking it from you."

Leonardo blushed uncomfortably, not because his mind was pierced, but because Tom Ford recognized him as Edmondo's boyfriend inside and outside the words.

Boy friend--

"That guy is not Eddie's boyfriend, but at most a lover." McQueen interrupted Leonardo's beautiful imagination, and then the designer joked, "You don't know Tom, Edmundo likes This kind of handsome but thin boy like a hemp stick, I really don’t understand why, you persuade him.”

Hemp stick!Leonardo's eyes widened in disbelief. It's an insult to use this word on him. Can Ma Gan hold Edmondo up and do it?Can hemp sticks last more than 4 times a night?

Ford chuckled.

Edmondo couldn't stand someone questioning his aesthetics, so he gave McQueen a blank look, then tore off the fabric on his body and returned to the sofa, he lifted Leonardo's arm and slipped into his arms.

"Do you know what is more puzzling?" He cleared his throat and smirked, intending to take revenge for Leo, "It was you who got my model wrong when you first met me, and hinted that I wore The skirt does your thing."

"what!"

"what!"

"Do not--"

McQueen felt as if he was struck by North Lightning, and the smell of embarrassment was about to fill the whole studio, but others enjoyed it. Ford couldn't straighten his back from laughing, and Leonardo couldn't stop laughing on the sofa.

"Laugh! Laugh! Hmph, I dare say that it's not just me who misidentified Edmondo's model." McQueen's mouth twitched unnaturally, he waved his arms in self-resignation, and then raised his finger to the topic. Another protagonist, "Look at him, doesn't he have that temperament?"

"I'm sorry, maybe my information|messages misled you and made you want to open your thighs to me." Edmondo wiped the tears from the corner of his eyes with his fingers, "Next time I will be careful not to send out intruders. breath."

Several people laughed together again, and McQueen shrugged his nose, letting them laugh at himself.

But at this moment, the sound of human activities came from the door again.

"Mr. McQueen, are you in there? My mother asked me to give you a sample." The clear boyish voice came, with a standard Oxford accent, "Can I come in?"

Edmondo frowned slightly, the voice was inexplicably familiar.

"Come in." McQueen didn't pay much attention, he introduced: "That's my assistant's son, he goes to school in Eton, he is very good, right, the same school as the prince."

Eton College?

Edmondo's heart moved, and he vaguely guessed who it would be.

The boy came in with the items, but obviously he didn't expect that there were other people in the studio. He stroked his curly black hair and quickly considered his words.

"Good day, gentlemen. I am Tom Hiddleston, the son of Mr. McQueen's assistant. It is an honor to meet you."