Lin Dan went to the J&K studio the next day to participate in the fitting and rehearsal. Chief designer Vincent stared at her for a long time before nodding reluctantly: "Her figure and temperament are OK, not as bad as I imagined."
The two assistants standing behind him rolled their eyes to the sky, admiring their boss's sarcastic mouth. If Lin Dan's physical condition can only be considered barely passable, then what about other supermodels? Taking Lin Dan as the lowest standard, 999% of the models in the show would be out of work. Although she is an Oriental, her body proportions are better than those of black models. She is 182 cm tall, but her legs are 120 cm long. Her legs are all below her chest, and they are very straight and thin. She looks like a Barbie doll made by God on a whim. Putting aside her catwalk walk, just looking at her appearance, she is fully qualified to be the main show.
Lin Dan didn't care about Vincent's pickyness. In fact, in the fashion circle, every well-known designer is notoriously picky and mean, which has a lot to do with their profession. If it weren't for the perfectionism and obsessive-compulsive disorder in their bones, they would not be able to design excellent works. If a person thinks everything is ok and everything can be compromised, then he must be terrible at dressing and matching. "Ok" and "make do" are the words that a qualified designer hates the most. What they want is perfection and beauty. All their pickiness exists to achieve impeccableness.
Lin Dan smiled at Vincent and said politely, "Thank you for your appreciation. I will work hard."
Vincent snorted and continued, "I heard that your catwalk is terrible. I warn you, you can walk in a boring way, or even a little worse than normal, but you must not fall. If you ruin my show, I will ban you."
Lin Dan nodded and said, "I will give you a perfect show."
If someone with a weaker will faced Vincent, he would have been scared by now. Vincent's warning is no different from psychological suggestion. He pointed out the seriousness of the problem. The person who was warned will naturally keep it in mind all the time and always tell himself not to fall, not to fall. Then he will develop a deep sense of fear. Therefore, according to Murphy's Law, in the next show, there is an eighty to ninety percent chance that the person who was warned will fall.
However, Lin Dan was too determined and didn't take these words to heart at all. With her physical strength and balance cells, she wouldn't fall flat on her face while walking. Next, no matter what Wen Sen told her, she just nodded silently. If she didn't understand, she would ask. If she understood, she would remember it in her heart. Then she would go on stage and go through the process several times with a very serious attitude.
Vincent watched coldly, his harsh expression finally replaced by satisfaction.
The show venue that was being built was packed with supermodels who came to try on their outfits and rehearse, but Lin Dan was the only unfamiliar face. Upon learning that she was the main show, many models pointed at her and whispered to each other with rather subtle expressions, but since Vincent was also there, no one dared to go over and cause trouble.
At eight o'clock the next evening, the show was about to begin. Lin Dan put on her own show clothes and stood backstage preparing for the show to start. The other models lined up behind her, either flirting with each other or chatting in each other's ears, appearing to be very familiar with each other. No one took the initiative to talk to Lin Dan. The girl in the second position even left at least two or three seats between her and them, as if they could not stand her presence. It was clear that she was isolated.
A photographer filmed this scene and planned to post it on the official website as a behind-the-scenes video after the show. The brand doesn't care whether doing so will have a negative impact on any model, they only care about the publicity effect.
Glancing at the photographer who suddenly approached her, Lin Dan glanced at the camera with sidelong glances, without a trace of timidity or discomfort in her eyes. Her eyes were black and white, and there was complete coldness and determination in them.
The photographer was stung by her gaze and quickly stepped back, but couldn't help taking a close-up of her face. In order to match the clothes, the models' makeup adopts a neutral style. The eye shadow is not thick, but the eyeliner and eyebrows are drawn very thick and hard. The contours of the facial features are deeply contoured with contouring powder, which covers up all the softness of the women and highlights their cold side. Logically speaking, Lin Dan is an Oriental, and her facial lines are not as three-dimensional as those of Westerners. No matter how much she retouches her face, she will not be able to achieve the effect that the designer wants. Standing among a group of Westerners with high noses and broad eyebrows, she looks like a chicken standing out among a group of cranes, and instantly looks out of place.
But Lin Dan has the skin of an Oriental and the bones of a Westerner, and her beauty has no boundaries. Her thick eyebrows slanting into her temples and the corners of her eyes slanting into her temples, which are unique to Oriental people, give her a fierce aura like a knife, pouring out in every disdainful look, crushing everyone. She stood there silently, seemingly very pitiful, but once her eyes met, this feeling of pity would be replaced by shock, and then the bystander would subconsciously realize - it turned out that it was not that she was excluded and isolated, but that she simply did not bother to care about others.
Before she put on makeup, other models were suspicious and contemptuous of Lin Dan, but after she put on makeup, they became much more wary of her.
Even the always picky Vincent couldn't help but stare at Lin Dan for a long time and praised: "It's perfect, this is the effect I want, this is what I want to express!"
The invited guests have taken their seats, the lights illuminate the gorgeous T-stage, background music resounds throughout the venue, and the most important press conference of J&K this season is about to begin. Vincent stared at his watch and said, "Ok, it's time to start entering. I'll count down ten seconds and you'll be out. Got it?"
The process of each show is strictly controlled by the designers. Changing clothes cannot exceed a certain number of seconds, walking on the catwalk cannot exceed a certain number of seconds, and fixed-point styling cannot exceed a certain number of seconds. Models must keep all of these in mind, otherwise it will disrupt the entire process.
Lin Dan nodded in agreement, and when she listened carefully she found that the background music for today was the famous song "Fire Me" by the king of singers Byrd. It was a song about war and violence, with a very fast tempo, and the dense drum beats and the noise of war mixed together, making people's blood boil. The original owner liked this song very much and played it on repeat for seven or eight days without getting tired of it, so Lin Dan also had a deep impression of it.
The inspiration for j&k's new products this season comes from military uniforms, and the effect is outstanding when they walk on the catwalk to the tune of this song. However, when Vincent began to count down, Lin Dan gradually realized that when she walked out according to his time limit, the song was still more than twenty seconds away from its climax.
Her eyes flickered and she was about to say something, but Vincent had counted down to the last second and pushed her hard. Without thinking, she used her toes to support her body and stood firmly in place without moving.
"Get out!" Vincent was anxious.
"Wait a little longer." Lin Dan's expression was calm.
"What are you waiting for? Waiting to be banned?" Vincent was so angry that his neck became thick. He pushed Lin Dan's back hard, but he couldn't shake her at all.
The guests sitting on both sides of the catwalk had no idea what was happening. They were chatting with people around them with a smile, or flipping through the new product promotion books in their hands.
"Shit! I must be crazy to agree to Auston!" Vincent wanted to take Lin Dan's place in the fashion show, but he also wanted to kick her out. If Lin Dan wasn't wearing his most proud piece of work and it was too late to take it off, he would have fired her on the spot!
Several supermodels standing at the back of the team whispered, "Hurry up! How can you be so unprofessional!"
However, before they could finish their words, Lin Dan walked out without warning, causing Vincent, who had been pushing her hard, to rush forward by inertia and almost fall. It is at this time that "Fire Me" enters its most exciting section.
The guests' spirits were lifted by the roaring music of war, but what shocked them even more was the radiant woman who suddenly appeared on the catwalk. She had her hair tied in a high ponytail, which was pulled too tight, making the corners of her already slanted eyes look extremely sharp. She was wearing a military coat-style dress with a wide leather belt around her waist, and she was walking towards them in big strides in ten-centimeter-high bare boots. Every step she took followed a drumbeat and every step she took followed a gunshot, and she walked like the wind on the catwalk that was made to look like a raging fire effect.
There are only a few types of catwalks for female models: the soft catwalk, the free and easy straight step, or the swaying scissors step. However, her catwalk is definitely not any of these three. Instead, it is more like the wide and open steps of male models. Her strides are very large, yet steady, light and agile, like a large beast strolling leisurely in its own territory. Every step she took was in time with the drum beats, the rhythm was incredibly precise, the momentum was overwhelming, the style was a combination of hardness and softness, and her dark eyes were illuminated by dense flashes of light, yet they reflected a void, as if no one was worthy of her attention.
She was like a saber, splitting the war-torn catwalk and taking everyone's breath away. It seemed like in the blink of an eye, she reached the end, but she didn't strike any fixed poses, nor did she leave the cameraman too many opportunities to take pictures. She turned on her toes and turned back, her straight back like a steel gun.
The guests were stunned for a long time before they burst into warm applause. The main show model had such a strong style and her catwalk was so steady and powerful that she brought the atmosphere to a climax right from the start! What’s even better is that her temperament matches the outfit perfectly, making this already tough skirt look extremely cool. All the guests' eyes were glued to her, and then they were conquered by this unique military-style skirt.
"Vincent really didn't disappoint me. This season's new products are amazing!" After just reading the beginning, a fashion celebrity gave such a high evaluation.
Seeing Lin Dan conquer the whole audience, the model following closely behind her naturally would not be willing to be outdone. They subconsciously gave up their own catwalk steps and imitated Lin Dan's style, striding out on the catwalk with constantly changing light and shadows. Because Lin Dan timed the beat very accurately, the models behind him were able to step steadily on every drum beat. It wouldn't seem surprising if they were all individually, but when they walked by one after another with brisk steps and determined expressions, the visual effect was shocking.
They don't look like a group of female models, but more like a well-trained army. This is not a fashion show, but a battlefield. Every piece of clothing on display seems to be rendered in the smoke of gunpowder, making the tough ones look even tougher, and the cool ones look even cooler.
Warm applause surged like a tide, and people kept praising: "It's wonderful, it's amazing, this is the best show I have seen this year, no doubt about it!"
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