Most fashion shows will have a theme set in advance. Whether it is an individual show or a team show, at least someone will grasp the general direction. This is an inherited way of catwalks. It may not be creative enough, but it is very safe.
.People have a habitual way of thinking and like to choose the best among many things of the same type. They believe that only by standing on the same starting point can true fairness be achieved, and the choice must be the best.
Correct.
However, Luo Qing and Yousha's fashion show completely subverted the previous single model. There was no prior planning and no theme setting. They just presented what they thought were the best works without even rehearsing.
, walked directly onto the catwalk.
I don’t know if people are tired of being boxed in, but they are extremely enthusiastic and curious about such a novel way of expression. For a time, major magazines and newspapers were reporting on this unique fashion show.
There was no preparation in advance, relying entirely on on-the-spot performance, and no preparation was even made in terms of continuity. It was like a sudden rainstorm, cleaning the entire pattern. No one knew what the next work would be like.
, instead, an indescribable sense of expectation arose in my heart. It might be a small dress or evening dress, or a suit shirt, or a sexy long skirt, or a camouflage military uniform. This way of arousing people's inner speculation, actually got
gain people’s recognition and affirmation.
Yousha's works are the most outstanding, and she has become the new favorite of Chelsea College. She has also become a designer that many well-known brands are vying to invite. Opportunity is really a very strange thing, it always happens inadvertently.
Suddenly appeared. Yousha was very grateful to Luo Qing. Even though this might not be anything in Luo Qing's eyes, Yousha knew that without Luo Qing, they would not have thought of fighting for their rights, nor would they have made a blockbuster performance.
Although Luo Qing's works are bold and innovative, they still lack some basic skills and are not excellent in handling many details. However, her silk scarf tied around the model's neck has become a new favorite in the fashion circle. However, this time
The fashion show seemed to ignite the fire in her heart and made her more sure that she likes design.
"What are you thinking about? Are you so troubled?" Since they came back to live, Zixuan asked someone to open up the study and bedroom, so that the two of them can work together in the study without having to run around in the study and bedroom.
Luo Qing was wearing loose pajamas, sitting cross-legged on the sofa, with a sketchbook and pencil in her hands, leaning against the soft sofa, thinking hard, "I was thinking about what kind of clothes are in line with the public's aesthetics, and what kind of clothes are in line with the public's aesthetics?"
Can it adapt to the market?”
She once worked at Luo Yusi Clothing Company. She remembered that some good designs had been well received by industry insiders, but the sales results were mediocre and not as good as they expected. At that time, she was very confused why it was obviously a
A very nice dress, but no one likes it?
"Let me ask you, what are you looking for in clothes?" Zixuan put down the documents in his hands, walked to the sofa and sat down, holding Luo Qing in his arms, "Brand? Material? Size? Or price?"
It seemed to be a difficult question to answer. Luo Qing leaned into Zixuan's arms, biting the end of her pencil, "I like comfortable clothes."
"But most people like to put brand first, then price, and lastly comfort." Zixuan said helplessly, but it was the truth.
Nowadays, too many people first consider the brand and price when buying something. They will only look at it if these two items meet the standards, otherwise they will just glance at it and leave. Many people have an incomprehensible obsession with big brands and feel that high-end brand clothing always
Yes, this is a difficult mentality to understand, but it is shared by many people.
"So, it needs to have the appearance of a big brand and comfortable materials?" Luo Qing still seemed a little confused, frowning and turning her pen.
"Absolutely." Zixuan nodded. Most designers like them follow the route of high-end brands, with gorgeous evening wear, noble clothing, and more tailor-made. This is a very sick mentality.
I feel like I need some unique clothing to show my specialness.
Luo Qing shook her head and started drawing with her hands. Zixuan leaned against her and watched her drawing. To be honest, Luo Qing's sketches were really speechless. Her designs always had a sense of spontaneity, as if they were paintings.
No matter where you go, there are no rules.
"By the way, I will go to Japan in a few days." Zixuan liked the feeling of holding Luo Qing very much. She nestled in his arms like a little kitten. If possible, he really hoped to put Luo Qing in his arms.
Qing shrunk and put it in his pocket so that he could take her with him wherever he went.
"Going to find Qianqing?"
"kindness."
Zixuan thought thoughtfully. After such a long time, that guy has no intention of stopping. Originally, he thought he had given up when he was quiet a while ago. But now it seems that this guy has no intention of stopping. He has no intention of stopping.
In order to cope with the interest, he also hates flying around so busy. It seems that he can't get rid of Qiu immediately now, so at least he has to fight for himself the benefits of not leaving the UK easily. He doesn't want to be separated from Luo Qing for a long time.
, this feeling of being invisible and intangible made him very unhappy.
After much hesitation, he still decided to meet that wayward guy. At first, he did have the intention to guide him to grow and let him show off his skills, but now this guy who doesn't know how to repay kindness keeps repeating himself.
He no longer wanted to quarrel with him after he had come to make trouble every time. In the past, he liked such games of wits and enjoyed them, but now that he has a wife and children, he no longer wants to waste time on that childish person.
It's on the guy.
"He's causing trouble for you again?" Luo Qing frowned.
Zixuan groaned and sighed, "Maybe I thought about things too simply. I thought that as long as I avoided seeing him, he would always understand what I meant. But now it seems that I overestimated him.
This guy is a die-hard dunk guy. I have been wondering in the past few days whether it was because of my avoidance that he had some misunderstandings and thought that I didn’t bother to treat him as an opponent.”
In fact, Luo Qing had a very good impression of Qianqing. Although she suffered a lot because of his relationship, she thought she still couldn't hate that clean and gentle guy, but she would use such gentle words to Qianqing.
Probably only Luo Qing could describe him. Maybe after she saw how cruel and cold-blooded he was, she wouldn't say this.
"Do you want me to accompany you?" Luo Qing was not at ease.
"No, school has just started here. I will finish the matter and come back as soon as possible." Parking the car on the side of the road, Zixuan turned to the side and kissed Luo Qing, with an apologetic look on his face, "It seems that we have never been together.
It started with constant separation. Once this matter is resolved, I will shift my focus back to the UK so that I can see you every day."
This is what he wants to do most.
He hopes to see Luo Qing's sleeping face every morning when he opens his eyes, hopes to hold her in his arms and smell the fragrance of her hair and fall asleep every night, hopes to see her smile every day, and truly hold her in his arms.
.
In the past ten years, he could only rely on his thin memories to support himself. That pretty figure only existed in his memory, and when he saw it briefly, sometimes even he couldn't help but doubt whether it really existed.
, or maybe it's just his hallucination.
It wasn't until he actually saw her that he felt as if he suddenly came to life, at least living for himself.
"Idiot." Luo Qing snuggled into his arms obediently, stretched out her hand to hook him, licked his lips with the tip of her wet tongue, and then she pressed him tightly and kissed him deeply.
Under the sunset, by the Thames River, under the eyes of London, two people kissing in a sports car, it is extremely romantic.
"Knock knock..." Someone knocked on the window of the sports car, especially the face that looked like he had seen something he shouldn't have seen, and his cheeks were red with embarrassment.
Zixuan let go of Luo Qing, calmly lowered the car window and looked at the man outside the window, "Is something wrong?"
"Uh, our car broke down. Can you give us a ride?" The man was probably only in his twenties, and his polite and shy look made people think that Zixuan and the others had done something very excessive.
Luo Qing looked back and saw a sports car parked behind them, with a woman standing beside the car. She suddenly said in surprise, "Lu Yuan?"
"?" Zixuan also turned around, and sure enough he saw Lu Yuan standing next to the sports car behind, with an impatient look on his face. A flash of watching a show flashed in his heart, and he quickly said to the man outside the window, "Okay."
"Thank you." The man seemed very happy. He bowed and thanked her repeatedly, then trotted to the back and said something to Lan Yuan.
Then the two of them walked over and got in the car. Lu Yuan's face flashed slightly. It was obvious that she also recognized Zixuan, and there was a feeling of uneasiness in her eyes.
But no one said hello first. Of course Luo Qing noticed Zixuan's teasing. Lu Yuan even wanted to bury herself in the soil. But the man next to her was full of embarrassment and kept apologizing to Lan Yuan. He even
Attribute the cause of the car breakdown to yourself.
"I'm sorry, if I hadn't asked you to take me out, I wouldn't have delayed your business." The man bit his lip, his fair face full of sadness.
"It's okay." Lu Yuan pursed her lips and replied coldly.
"I know today's meeting is very important to you, I'm sorry." The man clenched his fists and looked away, "If I had done a better job, you wouldn't have been involved in those things. It was all my fault. Let
You have shouldered so much for me."
The man looked really sad, with a heart-wrenching sadness in his clear eyes.
Sighing, Lu Yuan finally lost her coolness, and ignored that Zixuan was watching the show in the rearview mirror. She moved towards the man and comforted softly, "Azhe, it's my own wish, don't say any more.
That’s it, huh?”
Zixuan suddenly remembered the identity of this young master, Liang Sizhe, the only son of British gangster Liang Shuwei. His personality was not as tough and cruel as other gangster young masters. Instead, he was as gentle and shy as a scholar. It seemed that he was too well protected by the old man.
.
In this way, the relationship between Lu Yuan and Liang Shuwei is explained. It turns out that this chic and elegant woman is attracted to someone else's son instead of me.
Liang Sizhe still seemed a little sad, but he nodded obediently, held Lu Yuan's hand tightly, and a smile that resembled happiness overflowed from his lips.
Lu Yuan glanced and saw Zixuan's half-smiling expression in the rearview mirror. She couldn't help but sigh. Now it's okay. Her little secrets have been exposed by others, but thinking about it on the other hand, it's okay.
Fortunately, Zixuan only had a smile in his eyes. If she was caught by George, she couldn't help but stroke her forehead. Britain is really small.