"I think you should have heard from Jonathan before. I am an artist. Compared with designers designing products for various brands, I prefer pure art, oil paintings." Sophia looked at her when I looked at her When the eyes are bright. It felt very much like Abid when he was sketching out his design concept.
"I hope you do nothing but become my model for painting," she raised her hand elegantly and brushed her hair, "and the working environment is very relaxed, you don't need to go out to the field to shoot, your work place is Our villa. I have my own studio there."
"My paintings are now worth hundreds of thousands of dollars at the lowest market price. After the cooperation ends, in addition to the commission, I can also give you an oil painting with yourself as the protagonist. I think it will be more meaningful than a photo, right?"
After she finished speaking, she also seemed to want to compete with Abid, and also reached out to touch my face. The two couples are so self-centered that they cannot be ignored. In their eyes, I may be like a toy that they compete for.
But curiosity killed the cat. In order to satisfy my own curiosity, I closed my eyes slightly and let this woman go, put her index finger with bright red nail polish on my eyelid, and gently poked my finger. eyelashes, and then from the nose to my lips.
When I reopened my eyes, I accidentally saw Abid sitting directly opposite me, with resentment flashing in his eyes. Strangely, Abid's dissatisfaction with Sophia's actions is more serious than Sofia's dissatisfaction with him. It looks like a legacy issue.
If it is based on the existing situation, and I guess right. Before me, they were fighting for toys, maybe the victory was more in Sophia's favor. The feeling of not being able to fully control the other person in your own hands, especially when it should be your turn to play, but the toy is more inclined to play with another person.
The dissatisfaction and jealousy that was neglected like a child gradually rose into a kind of grievance that was backed up in his heart, and this resentment of dissatisfaction was forced into the bottom of his heart by Abed. It looks like I've finally found the entry point where these two couples are out of step, which is really interesting.
Thinking of this, I squinted with a smile and raised my hand to support Sophia's hand and gently pull the distance from my face. Sure enough, when Sophia was reluctant to part, Abid's eyes flashed with satisfaction.
"I don't know what your respective schedules are like?" I directly led the topic to the next stage, "You know that I will start school in a month." Said cooperation has been agreed.
"I started preparing for this shooting project from a very early age, and Sophia can also start writing at any time." After I agreed, Abid regained control of the dialogue among the three. "So if you want, we can start preparing to start work tomorrow and the day after."
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Back at the hotel, I told Dillon that I was going to take over the results of this shoot. Obviously Dillon didn't agree with it, but in the end because it was my decision, he didn't go further and force me to give up. It was just a step back requirement that he would stay with me in LA until my filming was over.
The next day, I went directly to Abed's studio in West Hollywood to try out the fittings, and at the same time, I discussed with him in more detail the details that need to be paid attention to in the shooting and the feeling he wants to show in the hard photos. More importantly, Sign a work contract.
Although most models do not get paid to help designers shoot concept photos, Abed promised that this would be a paid job at dinner yesterday, so it is a necessary procedure for both parties to sign a work contract before the start of work.
"This will be your fish tail in the shooting. The width may be a little inappropriate. I need you to try it on now and we will modify it to the best fit." After signing the contract, Abid did not let his The assistant was in charge of my actions, but personally took me to try on makeup.
Abid enters the state of work, just like those tech madmen in American superhero comics, and is the last type of villain because of obsession. He was completely engrossed in the actions and thoughts of the people around him. He put one hand on my shoulders and held the back of my neck with his palms, almost manipulating me to follow his steps.
This is a subconscious act to show his paranoid control. It is estimated that most models will show discomfort at this stage, but I am very aware of Abid's psychological state, so I did not make any contradictory actions. This caused the other assistants who followed us to have an indescribable surprise and curiosity on their faces from time to time.
I ignored their gazes, and looked at the mermaid tail sleeve that Abid showed in front of me. The translucent yarn-like material will reveal different neon colors with peacock blue as the main color under the illumination of different angles of sunlight.
However, compared with ordinary yarn, this material looks softer and adheres to the skin. At the gradient connection with the model's mermaid line, it is the fusion of pendant and lace. The size of each color crystal jewelry is not exaggerated. And the tattoo-like lace that melts into the skin when worn, with a sixteenth-century Rococo style.
But it is inaccurate to say that it is a complete Rococo style. The complicated style is matched with not deep tones. Abid chose relatively fresh and cool colors, which makes it more elegant. Noble but not tacky, there is no excessive decoration in the middle of the fishtail, because the tail fin of the fishtail is the focus of the whole set of fishtails.
Perhaps it was because of the gravity of being suspended in the air. At this time, the yarn-like materials did not have the ethereal and dreamy feeling in the design draft that Abid showed me. But looking at the pendant on the edge of the tail fin and the crystal ornament at the gradient of the mermaid line, I can easily imagine its posture in the water, and the whole design is completely perfect.
"Before putting on this fishtail suit, I want you to thoroughly shave your legs." Abid looked at me with a focused look at the fishtail suit, and said with a satisfied smile.
Now that I have signed the contract, I naturally have no need to refuse for this trivial matter. But I was subconsciously vigilant when I saw him shove away assistants and subordinates who were obviously accustomed to what he was doing, and led me into his office to close the door. Even if I know, the time has not come for him, and nothing further should happen.
"Don't you want to go to the bathroom for hair removal?" I frowned and said. Not to mention the fact that I haven't fully understood the details of Abid, just to prevent him from doubting me, and ordinary people will definitely open their mouths to question this situation.
"That's right," Abid nodded with a smile and walked two steps in front of me, turned around and smiled at me: "But that doesn't mean you need to use the public restrooms of the employees outside. I also prepared more toilets here. A convenient place for you to lie down." Abed's office is large, but that's not the whole room.
I saw him pick up a small remote control from the corner of the desk, and as he pressed a button, the double row of bookshelves on one side of the office opened like a door. It turned out to be a luxurious and complete combination of dressing room and dressing room.
The clothing series he designed in the past and the jewelry suits displayed in the glass cabinets by the wall are neatly arranged in rows, and there are also models and hard photos that he has collaborated with in the past on an entire wall.
On this wall of models in Abed, almost every model has a different type of appearance, from Cuban with black hair and black beard and deep silhouette, traditional Germanic blonde, with mulatto chocolate complexion, Everything is like a collector.
"Oh, look at the cheesy work!" Abed noticed that my eyes fell on the model photos, and there was a hint of disdain and flattery in his tone. "Before I met you, I didn't know how soulless those works were. Those models were simply a failure of my previous aesthetics!"
"I pursue perfection and make persistent attempts..." Abid waved his hands as if he was preaching, and he showed his paranoid perfectionist incisively and vividly. "But every time I shoot a model, the feeling just gets worse! I've tried all the different genres, but I can't find the right one!"
Saying that, he stepped forward quickly, tore off a photo of a male model framed in a glass frame, and threw it to the ground. "Clang", the glass photo frame shattered from the cobweb on the ground. I noticed that the picture Abed took was clearly the latest one, and maybe it was the person who caused his conflict with Sophia.
That was also the last "toy" that he and Sophia used before they found me. I don't know what was so special that caused their dispute? I fixed my eyes and looked at the hard guard that was thrown to the ground...and then I found out, something that really made me feel like I was stuck in my throat.
This model is not only the same ginger as me, but also has the same waist-length hair as the mermaid in Abid's design concept! His hair looked exactly the same long straight hair that Abed had blurted out at dinner last night, the same color as mine. My intuition gave me a bad feeling that the hair that Abed was planning to put on me during the shoot was from this model
So, is it the hair the model herself is willing to sell? Or... and does Abid's obsession with red-haired gingers seem familiar
What a resemblance to David Vincent, who was sent to prison by my own hands... The thoughts in my head rolled in circles before they settled down. I can only console myself not to be so unlucky, maybe I can ask Dillon to help me check how the model is doing when I go back today.