Chapter 87
Before the first meeting, Mendes brought a truckload of costumes, and the hairstylist and costume designer were all present.
The hairstylist was the same one who had done hair for Cristiano on a talk show before. Cristiano recognized him and greeted him, "Isek!"
This time, the hairstylist, who was wearing a bright yellow suit and red sunglasses, hugged Chris, then looked at him and said with a smile, "Leave it to me, Mendes. Do you want him to look pretty and sexy? Or do you want him to look capable and reliable?"
"I think I have it both ways," Cristiano said, raising his eyebrows, before Mendes could speak.
Mendes: “…”
Isaac smiled, and out of habit he scratched Cristiano's curly hair twice, nodded and said, "I think so too, let's take a look."
After he finished speaking, he looked at Kaka who was standing beside him, touched his chin and said, "Ricardo Leite, I know you, and I have plans for you as well."
"Then I'll leave it to you," Mendes said simply.
He looked at Cristiano and Kaka and warned them: "Listen to the experts, don't take personal opinions, don't say 'I think', and don't say 'I want'. I will come to pick you up in two hours."
Cristiano: “…”
He suspected that Mendes' words were specifically directed to him, because the agent's eyes were fixed on him and he didn't even look at Kaka next to him.
He hummed softly and lowered his head to fiddle with the watch on his hand.
Two hours later, Mendes came to pick people up on time.
Standing on his left was Cristiano Ronaldo, and on his right was Ricardo Leite. For the first time, Mendes felt a strange and inexplicable sense of pride - he had signed the two most stylish men in the world under his control.
This strange and inexplicable sense of pride reached its peak when he signed the contract with Armani on the spot.
Mendes thought that this meeting would at most be a meeting with Armani's chief executive, but he did not expect that 70-year-old Giorgio Armani would also be present.
"We have met, young man." Giorgio Armani looked at Cristiano with a smile, and he added, "Of course, or rather, it was a one-sided encounter."
Armani described that evening to everyone in a friendly and leisurely manner, as if he was telling a story.
Mendes couldn't help but blink as he listened, and thought to himself, this is such a coincidence, it's simply fate.
The gentleman spoke slowly but clearly and forcefully: "I have always believed that style comes from a person's core. The power suit I conceived requires an accurate and natural interpretation. Its core is supreme glory and control. I don't want it to be interpreted, but to be displayed."
"So based on this, in that coincidental encounter, I am sure I have found you, Mr. Ronaldo. You have a very special magnetic field." Armani looked at Cristiano, who nodded slightly and smiled.
He thought that this might be related to the other party's professionalism, always wanting to win and always striving for victory.
But it didn't seem to matter much, because the sense of control displayed by the opponent was not something that a young man who was only 20 years old and had just started to achieve some success on the court could possess.
All in all, the boy had a mixed and contradictory feeling between being young and old, but when Armani looked into his eyes, everything became wonderfully harmonious.
Those eyes are like a key. When the camera is pointed at these beautiful eyes, everything becomes reasonable. It opens the lock of stories and secrets. It cannot tell the people in front of the camera specifically, but the people in front of the camera can vaguely develop a sense of understanding.
That's enough.
Armani personally took charge of the design and directed the two young stars to have a brand new look.
When he stood in front of Kaka, he noticed that the slightly older young player also had a pair of eyes that were full of stories, which surprised him.
Armani smiled at the chief officer beside him and said, "You are very good at selecting people."
He stood in front of his two new "Mr. Armani"s with his arms folded, looking them up and down.
He chose pure black for Kaka, like dark ink: "You have a pair of very deep eyes, black suits them very well."
For Cristiano, Armani chose dark blue.
Black represents sublimity, seriousness, and mystery, while dark blue is close to black but different from black. It represents depth, eternity, and equally mystery, as well as authority.
"Are you ready to hold your scepter, kid?" Armani looked at Cristiano, smiled and patted his shoulder.
"Any time, sir." Cristiano smiled when he heard that, and his answer made the old man opposite smile even more.
He walked out of the locker room, lowered his head to adjust his cufflinks, then raised his eyes and saw Kaka who had come out a minute earlier to wait.
Cristiano's eyes lit up. He didn't realize how obvious his smile was and how full of appreciation and surprise it was. He walked quickly to the other person and said, "This really suits you!"
The wide lapel and broad shoulders make the man's frame more upright, and when Kaka has no expression on his face, he looks stern, and his black suit is solemn and silent, which makes people feel a little awe and dare not get close to him and play around.
But this atmosphere did not last long. When Kaka heard the noise coming from the other end of the locker room, he immediately looked up and followed it with his gaze.
The moment he saw Cristiano come out, he curled up the corners of his mouth. The dark blue color suits his lover very well.
Kaka's eyebrows curved, and his solemnity and silence were suddenly broken. Cristiano felt that the appearance of his lover at this moment might be the most perfect dream lover in all girls' minds.
When their eyes met, it was as if they were glued to each other.
Fortunately, Cristiano remembered the occasion. He quickly blinked and turned to Mendes: "Jorge, how about I watch?"
Mendes gave a thumbs-up.
Armani patted his palms gently and said, "Let's take a few simple concept photos, and then we can call it a day."
“That’s right. We will tailor appropriate filming content for the two gentlemen later. We will contact you for the specific handover.” The chief officer quickly added.
Cristiano responded, walked a few steps to Kaka's side, and the two walked towards the studio together.
Filming and the camera are nothing new to these two rising football stars.
"First take the concept drawing of a single person, then the two-person one." The photographer instructed.
Armani stood next to the photographer with his arms folded, glancing at the resulting images from time to time.
The concept drawing for a single person was quickly completed, and when it came to a double, Armani narrowed his eyes slightly and looked between the two young men in front of him.
The photographer asked the two people to stand either sideways or side by side and look directly at the camera.
It works very well.
The padded shoulders and hard-line tailoring of the suit highlight the sense of power. Kaka's black suit is not completely double-breasted, but open to reveal the meticulously crafted three-piece suit of thin dark striped vest and shirt. He stands there tall and straight, and his outfit is perfectly tailored.
Cristiano, on the other hand, was dressed more neatly, with the double-breasted buttons of his dark blue suit fastened completely, making the waistline fit his body perfectly. The padded shoulders added to his sharpness, but the loose wide-leg trousers neutralized it a little, bringing some ease and leisure.
Compared to Kaka, Cristiano has always been more willing to show his sexiness and body in front of the camera, which was once teased by Mendes, who said that he has a greater "spirit of dedication", and Cristiano accepted this as a compliment.
Kaka's eyes fell on his lover who was close to him. He smelled the faint scent of men's perfume on the other person, and also smelled the other person's unconcealed hormones. His eyes deepened.
"Very good. But I have an idea." Armani suddenly interrupted the filming. He strode into the studio and dragged a heavy chair from one end. The chair legs slid on the ground with a terrible sound, which brought Kaka back to his senses.
Seeing this, the staff nearby quickly stepped forward to take the chair, and then placed it in the middle as Armani requested.
"Cristiano, sit down. Kaka, stand next to him and find a position and posture that you feel comfortable." Armani said gently.
Cristiano raised his eyebrows. Armani was the biggest. He sat down obediently. He probably guessed what the other party wanted him to do.
Kaka seemed a little hesitant. The instructions given to him were too general. He looked down at Chris and saw his lover looking back at him with his head slightly raised. He grinned at him, blinked his right eye, and gently patted the armrest on his right.
So Kaka stood on the right side of Cristiano, he tilted his head to look at Chris and raised the corners of his mouth slightly with satisfaction.
The boy withdrew his gaze and looked directly at the camera, raising his chin slightly with a hint of pride. His eyes, which reflected a faint brown-green color under the refraction of light, were extremely bright.
"This is how it feels." The photographer's eyes lit up and he quickly pressed the flash.
The young and rebellious king and his loyal and silent knight.
Armani smiled and clapped his hands gently: "Yes, power."
The king is a natural ruler, but the knight's power holds the king's lifeline. He is the king's closest and most trusted person, and his every move and decision can be a shield of protection or a spear.
The serious black suit adds a hint of danger. The young man stands there like a taciturn guardian god. He can be two-faced. This is power.
Armani believes that this set of two-person concept drawings will be his second trump card.
And the first trump card he has is for the ladies.
He incorporated the characteristics of men's suits into the design of women's clothing, which is free and natural yet also full of heroism and confidence.
He knows better than anyone that drastic reforms are bound to be met with huge boos, because it will imply carrying the desires of women and demonstrating their voice, which will challenge the current social power.
"Thank you for your hard work, boys. That's all for today." Armani said. He nodded slightly to Cristiano and Kaka, shook hands with them with a smile, and then left early.
Cristiano trotted over to the photographer who was packing up. He leaned over to look at the photos he had just taken and said, "Great photos."
Chris was giving the photographer a round of praise, and Mendes couldn't help but narrow his eyes. He suddenly understood why Cristiano was so successful in the Manchester United dressing room.
"I look too good in your photos. You must be the photographer who knows how to capture beauty best."
“They should be hanging in my house in Manchester, they are works of art.”
"Okay, I know I'm definitely not allowed to print them out now, but maybe I can keep them for private enjoyment?"
"Really? Oh great! Let me see, I want these couple photos? The ones that Mr. Armani and you both praised so much must be the best."
Mendes watched Cristiano get what he wanted, and he was very sure that the boy wanted the photo from the beginning, because after Cristiano successfully got the photo, he winked at him proudly.
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