Pride and Predilection [Entertainment]

Liang Xiao asked: "Arthur Marcuzzi, do you know this brand?"

Fu Hanyu didn't know much about the fashion industry, but felt that the name was vaguely familiar, so he shook his head in confusion.

Liang Xiao smiled: "Then you can go to Wikipedia to find out about this designer, he is a very interesting person."

It's not easy to get Liang Xiao to say "interesting", Fu Hanyu immediately became interested: "Oh? Have you worked together before?"

"Never worked together before." Liang Xiao shrugged, "He thinks I'm tacky."

Fu Hanyu laughed dumbfounded: "Then how did you know each other?"

Looking back now, Liang Xiao also feels that this was a rather legendary encounter: "I went to climb Kilimanjaro when I was in college. I had no experience. I followed a local guide and happened to be in the same group as my elder brother. I found out that he was sneaking up Digging at the foot of the mountain."

Kilimanjaro is a sacred mountain in the hearts of the local people, and the guide emphasized several times that no traces of human actions should be left.Liang Xiao wasn't sure if digging a few pieces of soil would damage the dragon's body in the holy mountain, but he was always worried that the eldest brother would be beaten after the incident was revealed, so he kindly helped him watch out when he stole the soil.

Then, Liang Xiao gave Arthur a wet tissue paper after digging his hands full of mud.

In this place, outsiders are brothers.

In this way, the two unexpectedly became drinking buddies.

Later, Marcuzzi completed his "Out of Africa" ​​series.The main element is "Land, Life and Fire". He used local fabrics and colorful beads to create a series of clothes, which combined the local ethnic style and the seasonal popular elements of the Western world, and brought the life of primitive tribes to RUNWAY in New York. , an African drumbeat, caused a sensation in the fashion circle that year.

Artists are mostly willful.Sometimes, their thinking can diverge without boundaries, but at other times, they will get stuck on one point and become obsessed with death.

Arthur Marcuzzi is such a person.He became famous at a young age, but instead of being the design director of major luxury brands, he set up a niche brand with his own name. The series are unconstrained and unique.His clothes are basically exhibited in exhibitions, competitions, and customized collections, and there are almost no ready-made clothes in circulation in the market.

But there will always be a place for him in the fashion design circle.

Liang Xiao was once also puzzled by this: "As a fashion designer, isn't the greatest achievement of seeing everyone wear the clothes you design?"

Even if it is stuffed into a luxury window, it seems to be better than putting it in an art gallery.

"No no no, Chris," Arthur couldn't help laughing, "Don't get me wrong, that's the biggest achievement of the clothing brand sales department."

"The greatest achievement of a designer is to perfectly display what is in his heart."

Arthur's inner world is undoubtedly rich and colorful.

Most fashion designers will have their own signature style.Even if it is a completely different series, you can still feel some of the same style in the clothes.

As for Arthur's signature, there is no solidified style.

Every series is different.

Each series is a world, a childish whim.

A few years ago, he began to enjoy himself in a large series - when "ancient civilization" meets "modern trend".He went to Egypt, India, Kenya, and many other countries.

He appreciates a culture from the perspective of a foreign backpacker.He travels in unfamiliar countries, talks to locals, and observes existing artworks.He combined the materials and patterns commonly used in the local area, selected an element, and then expressed the "god" of this element in the form of fashion.

Arthur is never tired of this kind of cultural collision and blending.

For this series, he went to China.

But China has a vast land and abundant resources, and there are too many traditional classic elements.The western fusion of cheongsam and Hanfu has long been played by designers, and the element chosen by Arthur is ink calligraphy.

Arthur also has a special hobby, that is, he hates the stars who are all over the street in advertisements.For other brands, whoever is popular can find someone to be a model, but Arthur doesn't like it.Therefore, Huo is like Liang Xiao, no matter how good the relationship with Arthur is, he can't be an adult's clothes hanger.

Arthur liked unfamiliar faces that most of the audience hadn't seen.Because he saw too much on the big screen, he felt "cheesy".He will never use a model he has worked with once.

Therefore, there will always be a lot of newcomers eager to try under him, and they want an interview opportunity even if they are overwhelmed.And Arthur is also very patient, he is willing to wait, waiting for someone whose temperament matches the clothing line to interpret his story.

Just a week before Fu Hanyu returned to China, Arthur came to Los Angeles.The three made an appointment at a nearby coffee shop.

When Fu Hanyu went abroad, he didn't bring much clothes, only a formal suit for the event, but for this occasion, a suit and tie were obviously too formal.

Liang Xiao waved his hands indifferently: "You can wear whatever you want."

At the beginning, Fu Hanyu was afraid that he would not be able to grasp the "casual" degree, until he met the designer of beach pants and flip-flops, and suddenly he was relieved.

Liang Xiao finally had the cast removed, but he still had to rely on crutches to walk.As soon as they met, Arthur whistled and spoke English with a strong French accent: "Oh, I knew that one day you would cripple yourself!"

Liang Xiao propped up a crutch and hit his calf: "Get lost!"

Then the two looked at each other and smiled: "Long time no see, little brother."

Fu Hanyu: "..."

The imagined "cold" image of the design master is torn apart.

Arthur and Liang Xiao talked about the old days for a long time before they got to the point - the male model of eaucalligraphie.The female model for the poster has already been decided, a young British Asian [-]th line model, with an extremely cold appearance, which is not very flattering in China.

In fact, Arthur has just returned from China. Everyone knows that he is looking for Chinese models, and many big-name agents are busy recommending promising newcomers under them.After listening to Arthur talk for a while, this time I went to China, it seems that everyone from the major film and television companies met, and Sheng Le was no exception.Fu Hanyu thought to himself, if it wasn't because of the company's messy things before, he might meet Arthur on another occasion.

But Arthur went all the way, but couldn't find a candidate he was satisfied with.

He couldn't explain why, but he always felt that most of the artists he met in China seemed to be carved out of the same mold, but the mold itself, good-looking is good-looking, but each one is full of charm.

It can hold up the brocade picture of peonies, but it can't hold up the calligraphy of ink and wash.

Changing to the pure and clean one, I always feel that it lacks vigor.It is a sunflower under the sun, not a wintersweet in the snow.

"Can I take him to try on clothes?" Arthur looked Fu Hanyu up and down a few times, just looking at his eyes, it seemed that he couldn't figure out the designer's preferences.

Liang Xiao took a sip of his coffee: "I'm afraid you won't bring it."

Arthur chuckled, and told Liang Xiao, "Don't follow."

Liang Xiao looked indifferent, but Fu Hanyu became more nervous for no reason.Before leaving, Liang Xiao quietly winked at Han Yu and mouthed "Come on".

Arthur took Fu Hanyu to his studio in LA, and first measured his height and size.

While gesturing behind Fu Hanyu with a tape measure, the designer tried to chat with people: "I have known Chris for many years, and I have never seen him recommend anyone to me."

"He must appreciate you."

After measuring the shoulder width, he squatted down and measured the leg length. With a "swish", the measuring tape rolled back, causing a gust of wind behind Fu Hanyu. Arthur chuckled, "You smell of him."

Fu Hanyu's face suddenly turned red, and his entire shoulder blades were subconsciously clamped, the butterfly bones were so beautiful that they seemed to be flapping wings.

Arthur got up and pressed his shoulder reassuringly: "Don't be nervous."

"I have no malice."

But soon, Fu Hanyu relaxed, turned around frankly, and met Arthur's blue eyes: "...Then don't let this smell affect your choice judgment, Mr. Marcuzzi."

Arthur suddenly remembered that at the business evening in China, everyone told him—Mr. Marcuzzi, I admire your previous works very much, you are the designer I admire most, and I dream of cooperating with you.

Of course, he himself understood that most of those people hadn't read his works in detail, and they just wanted a ticket to the big-name RUNWAY.

And the boy in front of him was different from them.

Clean and proud.

is what he likes.

Arthur shrugged. "Sorry, hope you're not offended. I thought this was a good icebreaker question."

Fu Hanyu said that he could not understand the humor of the French.

"This suit is not the final draft, but you should try it first." Arthur's assistant brought him a suit.

The base of the jacket is silk, and calligraphy manuscripts are printed in black on a white background.For a while, Fu Hanyu couldn't tell which post this came from, he only knew that it was a regular script written in a smooth and smooth manner, and copied Qin Guan's "Man Ting Fang".And the silk is covered with a layer of fine chiffon with a lot of hollows, and the sleeves are slightly wider. From a distance, it looks like a layer of light gauze has been wrapped around the calligraphy.

The texture of silk is solid and falling, while the texture of chiffon is soft and floating.The calligraphy on the silk will sometimes be clear and sometimes hazy as the model walks, just like the clouds on the mountain.

The neckline of the clothes follows the style of the Hanfu cross-collared right lapel, with the buttons at the bottom and the waist.However, there are some special features in the sewing of the silk collar, which causes the neckline to droop slightly. I don't know why it can also "drop" a little deep V feeling.

Romantic and free and easy.

The pants are a pair of black high-waisted wide-leg pants with exposed ankles.The fabric is relatively thick. From the middle of the right thigh to the cuff, the lower half of the word is embroidered with silver thread, in the same font as the top.

Fu Hanyu's figure is not a problem at all when he is a model, and he has walked on the runway before.But after all, he hadn't auditioned for a model for too long, so he was a little stiff.He tried his best to recall the various movements he had done before, changed his clothes and walked back and forth a few steps, trying to show Arthur one by one.

The designer didn't say anything, but Fu Hanyu vaguely felt that the man was dissatisfied.He suddenly felt uneasy.Liang Xiao just led him a thread, but it was up to him whether he would get this opportunity or not.

Therefore, Fu Xiaoxianrou changed his posture even harder.

Quite a bit of excessive force.

Arthur's accent is a bit heavy, and Fu Hanyu often can't understand, so he deliberately speaks very slowly: "In my heart, a model has never been just a hanger to 'show your work'."

"The model and the clothing complement each other." He looked at Fu Hanyu and said slowly, "You are also a part of this work. Together, it is complete."

Fu Hanyu suddenly understood. Arthur was saying that he hadn't put his own understanding into the suit.

"When Chris recommended you to me, he showed me one of your dances. Chinese dance." Arthur pondered for a while, and then pointed it out, "Maybe you can recall the feeling when you danced?"

Fu Hanyu's eyes lit up all of a sudden.

......

In September of that year, Fu Hanyu, who hadn’t appeared in the public eye for more than half a year, appeared at Paris Fashion Week, not as an invitee for the brand like other domestic stars, but as a catwalk show for Arthur Marcuzzi’s spring and summer haute couture. .

He is a little shorter than the professional models on the catwalk, but he does not lose his aura at all.The essence of Chinese dance, the lightness and smoothness of gestures, has long been engraved in his bones.

Fu Hanyu was originally clean, black and white.The makeup on the stage didn't add any color, but just deepened the outline, and the whole person became more and more green and cold.

His face is expressionless, and his steps are windy, like a drop of ink in the clear water, and then walking on the white rice paper.

Fu Hanyu walked up to the top of the runway, and there was a pause in his appearance.

He spread his arms flat, pointing his right leg forward, with a light twist, and the chiffon on his upper body burst open.In order to be consistent with other models, he did not do any particularly complicated Chinese dance moves.But this twist is simple, standard and full of charm.

The light was dazzlingly white, and the words on his body seemed to flow.

According to Liang Xiao, Fu Hanyu himself didn't know how amazing he was at that moment.

......

In fact, walking the runway is a very exciting and liberating experience. After RUNWAY was over, Fu Hanyu still hadn't recovered a bit. He was about to change clothes, but just as he walked through a curtain, he was suddenly grabbed into a small changing room.

Liang Xiao put the lock on the door without saying a word, and pressed him against the wall.

Arthur gave him an internal pass, but he didn't allow Liang Xiao to meet Fu Hanyu before he took the stage.He is afraid of affecting the young man's performance.

Now the young man finally finished the stage.

Fu Hanyu opened his eyes wide and stuttered in shock: "What are you doing!"

"Why do you ask me every day. I just fuck you, why can't you understand?" Liang Xiao kissed her forcibly.

Now his legs are pretty good.It's been a few months since I saw you again, I'm so greedy.

In fact, Fu Hanyu also thought about Liang Xiao too much, but when he thought about where this was, his face immediately burned again.He gently pushed the person in front of him: "No, don't be here..."

Liang Xiao raised his eyebrows: "Oh? Baby, did you have a good time just now?"

——Needless to say, Fu Hanyu still has excitement written all over his eyes.

"Tell me how to thank me."

Before Fu Hanyu could answer, Liang Xiao gently unbuckled the belt buckle on his waist, and the split clothes slid to the ground like a veil, Liang Xiao put his arms around his waist, then bowed his head and kissed him .

Fu Hanyu could only feel warm hands on his icy skin, his mouth was tightly blocked, and it was difficult to breathe.But when he thought that there were people outside, he shuddered with excitement.

The more he struggled, the more excited Liang Xiao was, he kissed all the way along his neck.

It's quite hard, the kind that leaves hickey marks.

"What are you doing, there's an Afterparty coming soon!" Fu Hanyu lowered his voice, almost pleading, "Don't leave any impression!"

"Others can't see here." Liang Xiao bent his neck, and buried his face in Fu Hanyu's chest.He raised his head in the suck|suck gap: "Or, who are you going to show your clothes off in the Afterparty?"

There was fire in those eyes.

Burned away the last trace of rationality in Fu Hanyu's mind.

With all his strength, Liang Xiao put his arms around Fu Hanyu's waist and picked him up.Fu Hanyu's shoulder armor pressed against the wall, and his legs involuntarily clamped Liang Xiao's broad back tightly from under his armpits.He wrapped his hands around Liang Xiao's neck, and began to bow his head to ask for a kiss.

In the dark cubicle, the crack in the door is the only source of light.

In the world outside, people come and go, and high heels clatter on the mirror-like marble floor tiles.

And the world inside is so quiet that there are only each other's heartbeats - and the soft click of water, occasionally accompanied by a gasp or two.