895: Chapter 0895: Paris Fashion Show 895: Chapter 0895: Paris Fashion Show After the waitress left with the nu, it didn’t take long for the dishes Ye Qiu had ordered to be brought over.
These were authentic Sichuan dishes, which might be a bit spicy.
At first, Ye Qiu was worried that Louise wouldn’t like them.
Surprisingly, Louise enjoyed them.
After the three finished lunch, it was already past one in the afternoon, and the afternoon fashion show was scheduled to begin at 2:30.
Louise took out her phone and made a call, asking soone to deliver the invitation letters to her.
The three didn’t remain at the restaurant.
Just as Ye Qiu called for the waitress to settle the bill, Zhou Wenting had already gone ahead and paid.
The three got into Louise’s red BMW and headed towards the Louvre.
The Paris fashion show is always held at two locations: the Carrousel Hall in the Louvre and the Tuileries Garden.
Each year, it is divided into two seasons—autumn/winter and spring/sumr.
This particular show was for spring/sumr, serving as an advertisent for the latest fashion designs of the upcoming season.
“Louise, do you often co to watch these?”
“Not really, I’ve only attended a few tis occasionally.”
Although won tend to have a love for beauty, especially when it cos to dressing up, Louise and Zhou Wenting were both studying dicine and rarely visited these kinds of events.
This ti, Louise felt that Ye Qiu’s talent in fashion design was on par with the famous designers at the fashion show, so she decided to bring Ye Qiu along to see it for himself.
When Louise drove to a parking lot not far from the Louvre, parked the car, and stepped out along with Ye Qiu and Zhou Wenting, she made another phone call.
Before long, a middle-aged man in a suit approached and greeted her, saying, “Viscountess Louise, here are the invitation letters for you and your friends.”
Louise took the letters, glanced at them, and didn’t say much.
Now, there wasn’t much ti left before the start of the afternoon fashion show.
The three of them, holding their invitations, followed the middle-aged man through security and into the Louvre, heading towards the Carrousel Hall.
When they arrived, Ye Qiu noticed that aside from the catwalk in the center for the models, all the other seats were fully occupied.
So attendees might have co to see the models, while others were here for the fashion.
After all, the event served as preparation for next year’s spring/sumr collections.
At that mont, Ye Qiu realized just how large the gap was between clothing in his ho country and abroad.
Even at Xingyue Group, designs are typically prepared only three months in advance—spring designs begin in spring, sumr designs start in sumr, and so on.
But here, everything is designed nearly six months ahead.
No wonder this place is considered a sacred ground of global fashion—it clearly has a significant advantage in terms of timing.
Although Ye Qiu had absorbed mories through his Soul Consciousness and seemingly visited events like this many tis before, this was his first ti truly experiencing it in person.
The three of them followed the middle-aged man to a decent section of the audience seating and sat down.
As soon as Ye Qiu settled into his seat, he caught the scent of incredibly strong perfu.
The scent ca from so nearby won—and even a few n—who had sprayed themselves with perfu.
For anyone allergic to such fragrances, this environnt might trigger sneezing.
Louise and Zhou Wenting sat on either side of Ye Qiu, ready to watch the fashion show.
At 2 PM Paris ti, the lights in the hall, which had been bright, dimd partially, leaving only the catwalk and runway illuminated.
A carefully selected soundtrack began playing in the background, but Ye Qiu didn’t see a host.
Soon enough, the first model walked onto the runway.
Their outfit was a spring-style dress: luxurious, elegant, fashionable, dazzling.
From head to toe, aside from the stunning dress itself, there were also complentary accessories.
The female model wasn’t particularly beautiful, but her figure was strikingly tall—especially with her long legs accentuated by the high heels she wore.
One by one, female models showcased outfits designed by renowned fashion designers, walking down the runway and the adjoining pathways in classic catwalk style.
Ye Qiu couldn’t help but notice the disparity between Amy’s models back ho and the ones he saw here.
The difference was striking.
The main difference lay in the temperant—there was a significant gap in the aura these foreign models possessed compared to dostic ones.
Previously, Ye Qiu hadn’t quite understood why local models—despite their attractive appearances—seed to pale in comparison to their foreign counterparts.
He was aware that so Asian individuals had won international beauty pageants, but more often than not, the winners were overseas-born Chinese descendants.
Clearly, this was closely tied to the aesthetic preferences of foreign judges.
But now Ye Qiu finally realized that the disparity in temperant created a stark contrast and a sense of difference.
One by one, the female models walked out from backstage onto the catwalk, turning and showcasing their outfits from various angles.
The old saying “clothes make the person; gold adorns the Buddha” seed fitting—an already beautiful person becos even more captivating when donning the right attire.
Much like the current setting, Ye Qiu found himself increasingly convinced that Paris deserved its reputation as one of the world’s leading capitals of fashion.
It was also clear why France possessed so many iconic fashion brands, whereas his ho country had relatively few.
Undeniably, the environnt played a substantial role!
From 2:30 PM until 5:30 PM, models ca up one by one, showcasing various spring and sumr outfits—skirts and dresses designed by different fashion maestros.
Through this process, the designs appeared on international television stations, high-end fashion magazines, and captured the attention of potential buyers even before the clothes hit the market.
After launch, buyers would rush to purchase them.
You could say this was the most effective advertisent for famous designers and luxury fashion brands alike.
Zhou Wenting and Louise couldn’t help but notice Ye Qiu’s gaze fixed on the models walking back and forth on the runway.
He hadn’t yawned even once, unlike his drowsy deanor earlier that morning.
Could it be that Ye Qiu’s attention had been captivated by the models themselves?
“Do you think the models are attractive?”
Louise whispered softly into Ye Qiu’s ear.
Of course, conversations here were discouraged.
If one needed to speak, it had to be done quietly so as not to disturb others.
“Most of them are average-looking, but their temperant is extraordinary,” Ye Qiu replied.
Louise agreed with him—it wasn’t necessary for models to be conventionally beautiful, but they certainly needed standardized proportions and, above all, charisma.
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