A man stepped out of a black BMW—
His long, straight black trousers fit snugly, outlining his silhouette with precision. The drape of the fabric created a visual effect of infinite extension.
On top, he wore a white shirt, but it was no ordinary shirt. A bright red heart on the left chest seed to burst open like fireworks, with golden sunlight glimring on the slowly flowing blood beneath it.
The shirt was neatly tucked into his pants, accentuating his perfect proportions. The neatly fastened buttons and the narrow silk tie restrained the rebellious, flamboyant aura, instantly giving his deanor a low-key, cool feel.
Despite his broad shoulders and slim waist, the tight fabric hinted at his toned, well-proportioned muscles. A contradictory blend of gloom and elegance, fragility and swagger, lingered in the air like smoke, making it impossible to look away.
Unexpectedly.
No one would have thought that a simple shirt and trousers could convey such a unique temperant. Even more surprising was how such a basic outfit could transform a man's image into sothing completely new and impactful.
A touch of rock, a hint of youth, a dash of individuality, a bit of flamboyance, and a tinge of restraint.
Different, truly different.
Unconsciously, countless eyes were drawn to that face and figure, falling into a brief mont of shock and awe.
Elaine was stunned, utterly speechless, her brain montarily shutting down.
The next second, she heard a wave of screams erupt beside her, unleashing a blast of disbelief that swept through the entire venue like an atomic bomb, instantly igniting the crowd.
Elaine was nearly knocked over, barely managing to hold onto Gloria's arm to stay on her feet. Her heart raced uncontrollably as she stood there, dazed, overwheld by the roaring cheers, with her gaze locked onto that tall figure.
Only one thought echoed in her mind:
Who is that?
...
Anson had made his entrance.
A minimalist outfit, yet rich in personality and flair, using lines and proportions to showcase a perfect visual effect. It gradually outlined a unique temperant, sparking a collision between personal style and fashion—
This was Eddie Risman's design philosophy, perfectly embodied in Anson and evolving into a fashion statent, making a sensational debut after its initial appearance at last year's Emmy Awards.
After the premiere of "The Princess Diaries," the fashion magazine *Vogue*'s editor-in-chief, Anna Wintour, rarely took the lead in expressing her opinion.
"An innovation. An entrance."
Never underestimate such a remark, as it sent shockwaves through the fashion world, instantly drawing all eyes in the industry to Anson.
It wasn't just Anna Wintour. Chanel's legendary designer, Karl Lagerfeld, known as "The Kaiser," also took notice of this small premiere of "The Princess Diaries." Although he made no public comnt, he did two things—
First, he had his assistant collect and print all the photos of Anson from the premiere, laying them out like design sketches, much like the final review of designs before Fashion Week, and spent a long ti examining them in his office.
Second, he made a phone call to Eddie Risman, Dior's design director.
That was enough.
When the two giants of the fashion world simultaneously focus on the sa point, even the simplest of actions can create an incredible impact.
This ti, it was more than just an undercurrent; it was a tidal wave.
**The most imdiate phenonon was this:**
In October, tickets for the Dior show at Paris Fashion Week suddenly beca scorching hot, almost impossible to get. Even the regulars of the "Big Four" fashion weeks had to pull strings and use their connections to ensure they wouldn't miss Dior's show this year. The scramble had already begun.
On the surface, this seed to be about Dior, but at its core, it revolved around Anson.
From "GQ" to the Emmy Awards to the premiere of "The Princess Diaries," Anson had successfully completed a triple jump, dropping a bombshell in the early 21st-century fashion scene and boldly opening the curtain on a revolution in n's fashion—
Before this, no one had realized that n's clothing could be designed, paired, and displayed in such a distinctive way, showcasing so much personality and style.
From this mont on, a whole new world was born.
But that's a story for later. Let's return to the beginning of it all: the premiere of "The Princess Diaries."
The mont Anson made his entrance, Gloria's heart stopped.
The mories ca flooding back—all those mories from the set of "Friends."
More accurately, it wasn't just mories; this mont created even more impact, overturning every impression she'd ever had. Gloria never knew:
There could be soone like this.
All her life, Gloria had only been briefly infatuated with handso n—three minutes of passion, at most. In fact, to be more precise, she not only liked handso n but also admired beautiful won, simply appreciating beauty for beauty's sake. It was a pursuit of aesthetics. But today, the scene before her brought an entirely new shock.
All words and thoughts lost their power of expression. She even forgot to scream and simply stood there, quietly watching as ti lost its aning with every movent of that man. The whole world seed to freeze.
Cheers, screams, shouts—all the commotion lost its impact.
It wasn't until Elaine repeatedly tugged on Gloria's arm that she was pulled back to reality, feeling the force of gravity again. She took a deep breath, turned to look, and saw Elaine's face flushed with excitent, beads of sweat glistening on her nose.
In that mont, Gloria's previously calm heart began to ripple, gradually becoming excited and thrilled.
She overheard the uncontrollable, excited whispers around her.
"Who is that?"
"Oh my God, who is he?"
"Is he an actor? Is he in 'The Princess Diaries'?"
"I'm going to die. I'm going to die."
"He's just so... Ahhh!"
The whispers, mixed with screams, were unstoppable—jumping, cheering, trembling—expressing their excitent with every fiber of their being.
Earlier, Gloria had felt out of place at the princess-thed party. Now, she was the only one in the crowd who knew the truth.
"Wood. Anson Wood," Gloria said.
Gradually, the eyes around her turned towards her. Gloria could no longer suppress her emotions. Every cell in her body seed to be singing in the golden sunlight. Joy and happiness lifted her spirits as a smile spread across her face. She turned to look at Elaine.
One glance was enough to see the brightness in Elaine's eyes, her excitent and enthusiasm reflecting in Gloria's own. Emboldened, Gloria grew even more confident, scanning the crowd and raising her voice to announce, over and over again:
"Anson Wood. He's Anson Wood, the male lead of this movie."
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