It’s dark in Paris, but it’s just noon in China.
Before going to bed, Chen Xing took a look and found that there were already a lot of comments and comments.
"Shengliu: No face shown"
"Chen Xing went to Paris? Paris, be careful."
"There are so many beauties in Paris. Why do everyone in Chen Xing's photos look so beautiful? My lens is not good enough? It seems like I should change my lens."
When Chen Xing saw this barrage, he thought to himself - Boss, I want to change too.
He has said before in the issue where he answered netizens' questions that bad photos have nothing to do with the camera or lens. It is because the photographer is not good enough or the model is not beautiful enough. If you really want to find a good-looking person,
So how do you take good pictures?
Paris has 20 to 30 million tourists every year, gathering travelers from all over the world. It is too easy to find a few beautiful girls.
It's better in big cities in China or travel cities. In ordinary third-tier cities, it's hard to find girls with that camera sense on the streets.
“If you don’t steal, you’re not Italy; if you don’t rob, you’re not France; if you don’t cheat, you’re not England; if you don’t steal, you’re not America; if you don’t steal, you’re not America…”
This is the most liked comment.
Someone left a message below: "It's clear at a glance."
Chen Xing also joined in the fun and left a message under his comment: "IP location: Italy"
Other comments include saying that Paris is very beautiful, others saying that the environment is very bad, or how they were robbed in Paris.
The place is a good place. Chen Xing likes the European architectural style and the scenery he saw today, but security is definitely a problem. Although he has not encountered it yet, seeing so many netizens complaining below him, he also
I started to worry about the next trip.
After the few days that Abel led him, he was ready to go to other cities in France.
I hope other places are better than Paris.
The next day, Chen Xing went out at nine o'clock. He made an appointment with the American principal he met yesterday on a bench outside the Pompidou Center. He arrived more than half an hour early and was at a hotel where the meeting was held.
Had breakfast in the cafe.
This time he tried the baguette with butter introduced by Dave, which has a sweet and salty flavor and tastes much better than eating bread directly.
John came over when it was almost ten o'clock. He was wearing a black suit and had his hair styled. He looked very handsome. He must have been a handsome guy when he was young.
"John!" Chen Xing shouted to him and called him over.
He looked at the things on Chen Xing's table and said, "It seems that you have adapted well to life in Paris. You have even learned the quintessence of the French people."
The quintessence of the country? What?
Eat baguette?
Chen Xing put this doubt aside for the time being, looked at his clothes, then looked at himself, and said: "You don't want to wear formal clothes to visit any association, do you?"
"French people don't wear formal clothes even to work. They just like casual clothes. Don't look at me. I'm dressed like this because I have something to do in the afternoon."
"Then I'll feel relieved."
The Paris Art Association is over at the Louvre, but the place John is taking Chen Xing to is another very important stronghold of the Art Association. It is located in the Montmartre Heights, which is very famous in the art world, also known as the Art Heights.
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In the past, Montmartre was where the lowest class of people in Paris lived, including thieves, drunkards, prostitutes, and the like. Of course, there were also those impoverished artists.
Today's Montmartre is no longer synonymous with poverty, but public security is still worrying.
Chen Xing was reminded yesterday that he didn't bring his SLR when he went out this time. He only wore a very concealed action camera on his chest.
He bought this before to hide it, so even if it was stolen, it would be nothing.
Chen Xing and John took the subway and came here. When they got on, Chen Xing saw street stalls all over the street.
They are all selling paintings.
John walked with Chen Xing and said:
"There used to be a place called the 'Laundry Boat', and many painters lived there. I won't talk about Picasso. After all, it's a long time ago, but Van Gogh, Renoir, Degas and others all lived here. If it were to be
The stories of these painters here were written into a book, and I don’t know how thick it would be.”
"I guess this is where you're taking me."
"Clever! Yes, but it's only half right. The former laundry boat has been destroyed by fire, and the current house is just rebuilt on the original site. It has nothing to do with the original building...it's the building in front.
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Chen Xing looked at the place he pointed to. It was surrounded by cafes full of tourists. It was small and full of unknown trees. Painters set up wooden frames under the branches to hang their works for sale.
Chen Xing took a few glances and found that the quality of the paintings was worse than those in the gallery.
John said: "These paintings are for tourists. If you want to buy paintings, there are better places to buy them. They are cheaper and of higher quality."
"Let me take a look around and see that there are many painters here."
"That's why this place is called the Art Highlands."
Chen Xing couldn't guarantee that everyone setting up stalls here was a painter, but he saw that there were many people around him painting things, some were painting watercolors, some were painting oil paintings, and some were sketching, but there were no
It’s really not easy to see Chinese ink and wash paintings in this place.
Follow John into the new laundry boat, where there are still some painters.
You can also tell the status of the people here from the density of everyone's seats. Those with a higher density should be painters of similar skill levels. If the density is less and someone is observing, then he is more or less a well-known painter.
Maybe those tens of thousands of euro paintings Chen Xing saw were created here.
"John!"
Someone called them from a distance. John saw it and took Chen Xing over and said: "Xing, this is Coburn, the vice president of the Paris Art Association."
Coburn is Asian, with dark hair, eyes, and an Asian face.
Before Chen Xing said hello, Coburn said: "Xing? Are you Chinese?"
"Uh...yes, I'm from Huaxia Sichuan Province."
He originally wanted to greet him in French, but suddenly he heard the man speak Chinese. Chen Xing was not used to it, but his Chinese accent should be Cantonese, which was rather stiff.
"I am also Chinese, from Xiangjiang." He introduced himself enthusiastically.
Cockburn is his French name, and his Chinese name is Zhou Jiahao. He came to France with his parents when he was 12 years old, graduated from the Ecole des Beaux-Arts in Paris, then went to Japan and then returned to Paris.
An old friend brought a fellow Chinese guy over. President Zhou was in a good mood and chatted with Chen Xing in Chinese for a long time.
It wasn't until John, who couldn't understand Chinese, stopped angrily that the two of them switched to French to communicate.
President Zhou called a young painter over and asked him to take Chen Xing around here. John said: "No, I can do it myself."
He didn't expect to meet Coburn here. He brought Chen Xing here mainly because he wanted to show him the photography collection here.
Although the Paris Art Association is not a museum, the association's collection of various products is extremely rich, and the total sum of them is not much worse than some small museums.
