Chapter 79 - Am I terrible?

Elena took the model's catwalk and walked in the direction of Laila. The red high-heeled shoes under her feet stepped on the ground, making a crisp, rhythmic sound like a ballad.

"Continue." The camera in Laila's hand kept ringing, recording the most beautiful side of the model. "Give me a profile face. That's right, tuck your chin a little away. Very good, very attractive. Pour your lips slightly, yes, that's it. That's great!"

Elena is indeed very talented. Just like Laila said that the lens is perfect, she has an intuition similar to the sixth sense of the lens and knows how to show her most beautiful place.

The supermodels of the 90s are gorgeous and attractive. It can be said that they are the golden generation of models. But later on, there were fewer stunning models. Designers paid more attention to the figure rather than the charm of the model. It seemed that they were worried that the model's beauty would conceal the charm of the clothing itself.

It was a very absurd idea to think about it in Laila. The beauty of clothes is used to set off people, and making people more beautiful is the most fundamental purpose. In order to make the clothes look more attractive than others, I deliberately find some models that are not good in themselves but have good figures to set off. Isn't this putting the cart before the horse?

Soon, Elena's filming came to an end, and she was arranged to change clothes in the car, waiting for the next round of filming.

Next is Gisele Bündchen, the supermodel who is about to become the Victoria's Secret Angel, with a height of 1.8 meters and slender thighs. It is not an exaggeration to describe it as a natural clothes rack.

She is wearing Janet's satisfying work, this time-a dark brown jumpsuit. The little navy coat was put on her shoulders casually, holding a vintage red clutch bag in her hand. Just to that stop, a strong fashion wind could not hide the surging.

Laila took her to the walls of the Louvre: "Now you are a high queen, show me your domineering!"

Gisele flicked his hair and lowered her eyes to the side, exposing a nice neck. She put one hand in her pocket and the other handheld the bag across her chest. Her long legs were slightly separated, and the Queen's aura spread out.

Laila's eyes lit up, and she immediately put the picture into the camera.

"Go on, move, let me see a queen patrolling her territory. That's right, yes, that's it. Move, move!"

Gisele's movements were beautiful as if there were no extra movements. Laila held the camera around her, except for the "click" of the camera, only her slightly excited voice.

Yes, excited.

A painter will be excited when he sees the scene he wants to paint, a director will be thrilled when he sees a script that he has an excellent appetite for, and a photographer will naturally be excited when he sees the unfinished scenery.

Gisele is such a treasure. Laila found that no matter from which direction, she could find a good picture and film it.

It is not accidental that she will become the top-ranked supermodel in terms of income in the future. How can she get out of her miracle without this skill?

The models who came to France were all hand-picked by her, and her vision was once again proved to be very good, and each of them performed well.

After more than three hours, the models each changed at least three sets of clothes before finally ending the shooting at the Louvre. The next stop is the Eiffel Tower, and Laila plans to let the models rest for two hours before leaving. As for lunch, these models will not eat casually. They will calculate every bite in detail and will not eat out at all.

Laila doesn't like dining with someone who counts rice grains to eat. It's not appetizing. So after giving a two-hour break, she took Claire out of the team, threw the models to Sofia's people in charge of styling, and ate good food for herself.

But before she finished eating, the phone from Burberry Company called again, and it turned out that their people had already arrived!

This surprised Laila. No matter how close the distance between Britain and France is, it is impossible to come so soon. Even from the airport to the city takes a lot of time.

After asking about it, she found out that a director of Burberry happened to be in France. After learning about it, he specifically requested to be fully responsible for the cooperation between the company and Laila.

"Oh, it turned out to be Christopher Bailey." After hearing her daughter's question, Janet answered her question with a smile: "Yes, he is indeed Burberry's director and a designer I am very optimistic about. You don't care about this, and it's not surprising that you don't know his name. If you have seen his design, you will know that he is a very talented person."

Being so praised by my mother shows that the other party is indeed not a simple character. After Laila hung up the phone, she looked at Burberry in her heart. If they randomly came to meet her with a small staff member, she would flatly refuse to cooperate even at her mother's request.

Just kidding, how can she say that she is also a wealthy eldest lady worth billions of dollars? How can anyone see her if they want to?

It's not that she wants to put on airs. In this society, you have this right, but you don't have the right attitude will be laughed at by others. It's like a young lady walking on the street and talking to a beggar. People may say that you are approachable on the surface, but in their hearts, they are mocking her for being out of order and losing the face of honor.

The shooting in the afternoon was still very smooth, except that the beautiful models were whistled by onlookers when they came out. No accidents happened.

So as soon as the work was over, Laila went back to the hotel to meet with Director Burberry, who had already stayed in the same hotel.

The place where the two met was the hotel cafe.

Laila reported her name and was led to a secluded location by the waiter, where Christopher was already waiting.

"Am I late?"

"No, I'm here early." Christopher shook hands with her a little shyly. "Hello, Miss Moran. Nice to meet you."

"Hello." Laila sat opposite him under the waiter's service, speaking at the same time and looking at the man in front of him.

From her mother, she knew that the designer, who was said to be very talented, was only 26 years old this year. To be the creative director of a luxury brand at such a young age is absolutely worthy of the word "genius". What's interesting is that this designer is also famous for his shyness and introversion. At least Laila still sees his flushed cheeks and earlobes through his scumbag face.

Laila put her hands on the table, half curious and half playful, staring at the blushing man: "Am I terrible?"

"Huh?" Christopher was asked in a hurry: "Why? You, you are very beautiful, as I heard, a charming lady."

"So, why don't you keep looking at me?" Laila asked again with a smile.

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