"Sophia feels that the biggest difference between being a painter's oil painting model and an advertising model taking commercial hard photos is that her model should be more relaxed." At the appointment, Abide drove his own car to the hotel door to pick him up. I, as soon as I got in the car, he began to explain to me the content of today's work.
"She even thought that the expressions the models made in order to reflect the tension of the photos were unnatural, and the body language that was too tense went against her beauty." Abid said while his face appeared With a subtle look of disdain, it seems that he does not agree with Sophia's aesthetic at this point.
This is an entry point. I thought about it before I said: "Then what kind of state should I be in when I pose? It sounds like there is a big difference between being a fashion model and being an art model. There really is no specific concept of aesthetic standards in the Middle Ages in Europe.”
It sounds like an humbly asking for advice, but from Abid's point of view, it sounds more like 'he is on my side'. Because my words show that I had absolutely no homework for this before today, so I have no idea of the standards that oil painting models have to meet.
If it is an ordinary designer and artist, it is natural to be annoyed by the models they will be collaborating with. In fact, they have no understanding or interest in what they are going to collaborate with. But for Abid, who has hidden contradictions in Sophia's heart, it is a kind of heartfelt support.
Because compared to the serious and submissive attitude I took when I collaborated with him to shoot the mermaid-themed photo shoot in the mountains, wilds, and streams, I must be in favor of his aesthetics. A complacent state of mind when a child gains attention, or a pet's favor.
"Drink a few sips of wine before you start modeling, and go up drunk." Abed waved his hands indifferently and said, "You can even completely empty your mind, just like imagining yourself on drugs and high. If you don't try Have you ever felt that way, have you been to the dentist's office?"
I, who had been keeping my eyes out of the car window, turned my head suspiciously and gave him an unexplained look. Sitting in the co-pilot's seat, I could see that the car he was driving had changed lanes and was heading out of the city center. Apparently their residence should be in a more private place in the suburbs.
Abed received my doubts and continued to explain: "The painkillers that the dentist gave you when you were pulling your teeth actually have a little sedative effect. You can imagine the feeling of being very happy and relaxed, without thinking about anything. Thought."
"One of my worries is that I'm not very good at taking care of my long hair." I touched the waist-length hair piece that was attached to the back of my head, "I hope it doesn't look too bad now." Today Before I left, when I washed and dried my hair, Dillon couldn't help playing with the long hair for a while, disgusting I said it was cut from a corpse.
That's right, after Abed's hard photo shoot, he specifically told me and the stylist not to remove the hair pieces that were made from someone's hair when he was removing makeup. Because Sophia also has similar requirements to Abid for her oil painting models. She also wanted me to keep this dazzling golden red hair, which would look very elegant in the sun.
"No, you're holding up well." Abed responded by sizing me up and down.
After more than half an hour and nearly an hour, Abid finally took me to his and Sophia's villa in the suburbs. The lush vegetation and trees block the view of people who may pass by, giving the owner living in the villa a kind of absolute privacy.
It is not very similar to the post-modern decoration style that I have for Abide's residence. Opening the door and walking into the whole house gives people a more classical and noble feeling. It seems that Sophia's opinion has prevailed in the decoration suggestion, or the design style of this building is dominated by her.
"Welcome, welcome." Sophia smiled and walked out of the hall to greet us from the back room. I was surprised to see Sophia just wearing a bathrobe-style home clothes and walking out with a glass of white wine in her hand. She gave off a completely different impression now than when she first met in the restaurant.
The hair, which had been meticulously combed at the back of his head, was now unkempt and draped over his shoulders. On his feet, he did not step on the pair of red stilettos that were twelve centimeters high. Instead, they were a pair of white cotton mops as white as home clothes. I even noticed a few drops of paint on the hem of her loungewear.
"Don't worry, Sophia looks like this when she's creating." Abid raised his eyebrows and made a gesture of invitation, letting me go directly into the living room and sit down. "Sometimes I can't stand her sloppy feeling. Isn't it very surprising? When a painter is painting, it is impossible to dress up as brightly as he does outside."
After I sat down on the sofa in the living room, Sophia poured me a glass of white wine herself, then sat very close to me, looking at my new look with great interest. This was the first time she saw my waist-length red straight hair after my hair extension, then she nodded with satisfaction and said, "It's more suitable than I thought, he will be the most perfect Anil. ."
As soon as the name Anil came out, my eyes couldn't help but sway slightly. Because although I appeared to know nothing about Sophia's art and aesthetics in front of Abid, I actually did a lot of homework on this woman during my free two days.
One of them was a popular topic at the art festival. Because she was particularly addicted to the oil paintings of religion and angels in the Middle Ages, she has been working on completing a set of seven fallen angels. The so-called seven fallen angels are actually demons described in the Christian heresy Gnostic thought that appeared in ancient Eurasia.
In Gnosdia, there were not demons as in the Bible or other traditional legends, but seven fallen angels as demons. They are the arrogant Sadakier, the jealous Gabriel, the angry Samael, the lazy Kavgel, the greedy Raphael, the hypocritical Michael, and finally the representative Lustful Anil.
So as soon as Sophia said the name Anil, I knew the character she wanted to model me. I don't know how much progress she has made with the Seven Fallen Angels. Will Anil be her last angel
"Abid, I think you should be able to leave now." Sophia suddenly said something that surprised me, "I'm about to start creating, anyway, you're not interested in my art, and the studio is still open. Are you busy with other things?" She waved her hands with a smile and said to Abid like driving away annoying flies.
I thought today was the best time to provoke a conflict between the two and let their deep psychology show its true shape in the quarrel, because Abid and Sophia would stay in the same space with me for a long time. But it hasn't started yet, Sophia is about to chase people away, what's the matter? Abid did not say that he would leave immediately after he sent me here.
"Do you think I'll let you do whatever you want in 'your creation'?" Abid really immediately rejected Sophia's proposal to let him leave, "and I don't have much work to do today, You can paint yours if you want, and I can chat with Brian when he is resting. It won’t disturb your creation anyway.”
"You?!" Sophia's facial expression immediately turned hideous with anger, she stood up and shouted at Abid, who was standing right behind the sofa where I was sitting: "How can you say that? We did it before Agreed! Although we share the same model, we can't disturb each other when the other party is creating! You used to avoid it!"
"Heh," Abid was also irritated by Sophia's attitude, and he countered with a sneer: "It's like you're not the first person to break the agreement! Adam Sugarman, when I saw him, was on his body. But not that stupid wing tattoo! It's you who ruined my creation first!"
Unexpectedly, before I made any move, the powder bag buried between the two of them exploded. And also easily mentioned the missing person I have always wondered about, Adam Sugarman, the name of the red-haired male model.
"The order at that time was that it was my turn to use the model first, and the person was found by me. It is his right to have a tattoo on his body! What are you qualified to say?" Sophia mentioned Adam Sugar in Abid When the name Man, there was a flash of surprise on his face, and then there was obvious excitement and pride in his eyes. "Besides, don't you use him later?"
"Isn't that because I don't know where the other person died?" Abed yelled angrily, "Since I found the tattoo when he was trying on makeup, and after scolding him for an unhappy break up, I thought about it. I can't get in touch again! Don't think I didn't know you hid him!"
When Abid speaks, although his body movements and facial expressions express that he is in a state of extreme anger, I can still see that he really knows nothing about Adam Sugarman's disappearance. Maybe it really wasn't him, because he seemed completely ignorant.
But when the name Adam was mentioned, Sophia's attitude seemed less innocent. There was a strange excitement and triumph in Sophia's eyes as Adam Sugarman's name blurted out of Abed's mouth. It was a natural expression, because maybe she was complacent about what she had done.
At this time, the slight expression on Sophia's face, although not obvious, also expressed her disdain and contempt at this time. It is completely in line with the state I may have shown when people like them killed the victim and were questioned about the whereabouts of the victim. There is no guilt that ordinary people regret to kill, but disdain and contempt.
"I didn't hide him, even if I hide him, it means he is not qualified to be Anil. The fallen angel representing lust, although indulging in sensuality, he will not be so easily provoked sexual desire! ' Sophia said quietly.
"And you should be glad that you didn't use him, but found Brian." After she said that, she turned around and stretched out a hand with a smile to me, who was sitting beside me, looking extremely embarrassed. "Come on, my Anil. Follow me to the studio to sit down and prepare, we can start work." Completely ignoring Abed's anger.
So if she really did something to Adam Sugarman, was it because she felt that he was disqualified and unworthy of being the fallen angel Anil in her paintings
When she mentioned the reason why she felt Adam was unqualified, she said it was because he was sexually provoked. So could the initiator be herself? Like a test, Adam was ineligible to pass because of his interest in her.