How can you become a star without money?

Chapter 63 Art contains elements of sophistry and flattery.

Qu Shou, who was resting in Shanghai after finishing filming the "Big Beauty" program, received a call from Wang Yao, who wanted to take photos for her. She was quite excited.

But when I arrived at the company's shooting studio and saw the shooting theme, I was completely stunned.

"Wedding dress? Wedding photos?" Qu Shou asked, puzzled, as he watched Ni Ni adjusting the pure white wedding dress on the mannequin.

Having suffered two consecutive heartbreaks in his life, Qu Shou has almost erased the word "marriage" from his mind.

Especially after taking Wang Yao's advice and reading a lot of books on the philosophy of male-female relationships, she gradually realized that what she used to think were pillars and necessities were now somewhat naive.

She has finally come to understand Wang Yao's words: "The past cannot be changed, but the future can be pursued; we have not strayed too far from the right path, and we realize that what we thought was right yesterday is wrong today."

“Yes, I’ve been thinking about it. In order to maximize the direction of public opinion, we need to add a buff to your persona. The theme of the shoot is ‘In the Name of Love.’” Wang Yao took out a pigeon egg-sized diamond ring that was obviously not a real diamond and gestured to Qu Shou.

The core of public opinion dissemination is not sensationalism but empathy. It is only by allowing onlookers to take a stand that deep emotions are evoked, and marriage is a very good example of this.

"Mr. Yao, is it just the two of us filming?" Qu Shou asked shyly, his face flushed.

“Of course not, it’s your personal theme.” Wang Yao put the ring back in the box and tossed it to Qu Shou. “This set of photos may become a label you carry for the rest of your life. By the way, let me formally ask you again, are you really ready to restart your life?”

Qu Shou subconsciously caught the box, and after a moment of silence, he said, "As the time draws closer, I am indeed a little anxious, but also becoming clearer and clearer."

"Mr. Yao is right. Knowing you have a bomb in your possession, and the detonator is in someone else's hands, it's better to detonate it yourself than to live in endless anxiety."

Qu Shou's voice was deep and resonant, carrying a ruthless edge.

"You know what an egg is, right? If you break it from the outside, it becomes food; if you break it from the inside, it becomes life. Life is the same way. If you always wait for others to break you from the outside, then you will become someone else's food."

"But if you break through from within, you'll find that you're not as weak as you imagined, and the outside world isn't as terrifying as you thought," Wang Yao chuckled softly.

"I don't know if it's scary or not, but I do know that President Yao is here to support me." Qu Shou smiled slyly.

"The essence of life is simply to live. Don't have overly high moral expectations of anyone, because expectations are the root of suffering. You must learn to be self-reliant."

Those with rich inner lives can be just as numerous even when alone; our relationship is more of a collaboration.” Wang Yao’s smile was warm, but his words were cold.

"President Yao is really cold-hearted," Qu Shou said dismissively.

“Today’s theme is based on your real experience. The ring and wedding dress represent marriage. I will use the ring and the camera to express the shackles and control that marriage represents. You are wearing a wedding dress and appearing weak and helpless in front of the camera. That’s roughly the composition.” Wang Yao took out a manuscript and gave it to her.

The manuscript is abstract, but the clever composition is evident. The man's hand, clutching the wedding ring, seems to be strangling the bride's neck like a noose.

Qu Shou's heart skipped a beat, because she felt a suffocating and oppressive feeling that she had long been familiar with from these rough lines.

She finally realized that although marriage was something she had looked forward to since childhood, why did she feel depressed instead of joy whenever her boyfriend urged her to get married?

"So, controlling behavior isn't love," Qu Shou murmured.

"That's roughly the idea: imprisoned for life in the name of love. Combined with your written self-narration, it basically expresses everything clearly," Wang Yao explained.

"President Yao, you're amazing." Qu Shou exclaimed with red eyes.

This theme perfectly captures almost all of her feelings.

"If you don't think there's anything to adjust, go change your clothes first. The size might not be right, but during the photoshoot, you're supposed to be half-dressed, implying it doesn't fit. Of course, the real reason is that it's too late today, and we can't rent a suitable wedding dress," Wang Yao said without changing his expression.

Because it was a last-minute decision and time was limited, Ni Ni could only rent a beautiful but unsuitable wedding dress.

"I've modeled wedding dresses many times. Wedding dresses are never truly perfect; they seem to be designed to bind women," Qu Shou said with a smile.

"No, only Western-style wedding dresses are like this, because they originate from European court culture, and their standard of female beauty is to accentuate the body's curves through tight-fitting clothing."
In the early days, templates or metal plates were used to fix the waist, and then a sling was used to tighten it to accentuate the curves of the waist and hips. These are the corsets and bustiers that you often wear now.

Traditional Chinese wedding dresses are based on the concept of "round heaven and square earth," featuring a straight, tube-like design. A relaxed and voluminous style is considered beautiful. While the physical discipline and etiquette surrounding women's bodies began with foot binding, the ideological discipline and etiquette surrounding women has a long history, with a complete set of rules for walking, sitting, and lying down.

However, the new Chinese-style cheongsam has been increasingly influenced by Western aesthetics in recent years. "Wang Yao said with a smile.

"President Yao also has expertise in clothing culture?" Ni Ni asked, somewhat surprised.

"I learned it by surfing the internet. Let me know when you're done." Wang Yao smiled and left the studio.

Qu Shou stared at the wedding dress for a while, and with Ni Ni's help, he began to put it on.

Ni Ni occasionally exclaimed with envy, "I can't pull her up, I can't pull her up at all, Miss Qu is too big."

"The clothes are too small." Qu Shou blushed.

“Let’s just pull it halfway, but the bra straps won’t be easy to hide,” Ni Ni said, frowning.

"It's fine, just take it." Qu Shou casually tossed it aside.

"Wonderful!" Ni Ni swallowed hard, checked it over, and then called Wang Yao in.

Wang Yao circled around Qu Shou and was quite satisfied; the exposed skin, including his back and legs, reached about 70%.

"Did you bring lipstick?" Wang Yao thought for a moment, feeling that the white background lacked detail and focus.

"Yes." Qu Shou rummaged through his bag for a lipstick.

After Wang Yao took it, he casually drew a few lines on her body. Instantly, the original white expanse was transformed into a few scarlet lines, making it appear both sinister and dazzling.

Then, using a black ballpoint pen, he wrote a line of tiny words on her furrowed brow: "A lover, not an object." He kept it as a hidden detail, to be explored later.

"That's about it. Lie down over there while I adjust the lights." Wang Yao handed the lipstick to Ni Ni.

Qu Shou obediently arrived at the designated location, and Wang Yao adjusted the lights and began filming.

"Lower your head first, then slowly raise your eyes to look at me."

"Slowly kick your legs outward from where they were curled up, revealing the area I drew."

"Pinch your neck with both hands to feel the sensation of suffocation."

"Tsk, why are you rolling your eyes? It's not a real clamp, are you stupid!"

Ni Ni went to touch up her lower lipstick, blending it with her fingers, and messed up her hair.

"Look at the camera, Ni Ni puts a little bit of lipstick on her hand and leaves a faint mark on her face."

"Very good, perfect, let's wrap this up." After shooting for nearly half an hour, Qu Shou was sweating under the lights, and Wang Yao finally finished shooting.

Just as Wang Yao was sorting through the unusable photos, Qu Shou suddenly spoke up, "I want to take one more shot."

"Sure," Wang Yao said dismissively, returning to his seat.

After seeing the pose Qu Shou had struck, he remained silent for a moment and said, "Isn't this a bit too revealing?"

"I want to take a picture to recreate the scene," Qu Shouyou said in a low voice.

"Alright, but will you keep it to yourself, or will you release it?" Wang Yao pondered.

"Let them out, so that more girls will realize that they shouldn't be like me, blinded by love." Qu Shou smiled sadly.

Ni Ni stared at her blankly, her eyes filled with tenderness. After the whole process, she seemed to finally realize what the theme of today's shoot was.

Wang Yao granted Qu Shou's request.

After the photoshoot, Qu Shou held the ring box, staring blankly at the ring inside that shimmered under the light, and sighed, "It's so beautiful, but it's a pity it's fake."

Upon hearing this, Wang Yao snapped another photo and chuckled.

"It's okay, you can replace it with a real one yourself later."

"I never really understood why sacrificing oneself for art was something to be praised, but today I think I understand it a little better," Ni Ni said with some emotion after sending Qu Shou back to rest.

"The idea of ​​'sacrifice' is problematic; it's a deceptive argument. The truly reasonable explanation is that art is the active expression of art, not something guided by external forces."

Moreover, art contains elements of sophistry and manipulation. Most of the artists you can name are, by normal moral standards, scum or even inhuman.
For example, Picasso has a painting called "The Weeping Woman". The background of its creation is that when he was 55 years old, he had a 29-year-old lover, Dora Maar, who was also an artist. Later, Picasso had an affair and found another lover. The two lovers got into a fight in the studio, and Picasso was bursting with inspiration to create this painting.

He was married twice in his life and had countless lovers. The inspiration for most of his works came from the suffering of the people around him, some of which he even created.

Mozart had a fetish for eating yogurt (a type of fried food), and even wrote a song called "Tasting Chrysanthemums."

The author of "Erquan Yingyue" was not born disabled; he went blind from opium addiction and umeboshi (a type of drug).

"Art history is also a history of criminal records," Wang Yao chuckled.

Ni Ni's mouth dropped open in shock. "Really?"

"Do you know why women are always the vehicles for art? Because they are more easily deceived by beautiful things. Words, paintings, and nowadays, light and shadow art are indeed sometimes too charming and inspire all sorts of imaginations, but all that beauty is what you give it. Art is just art, not reality."

So art may be beautiful, but the process of creating art and the artists themselves are mostly inhuman. Therefore, when someone talks to you about art, you don't need to think to judge them as a bad person.

"Don't apply the abstract filter of art to any concrete human being, or you'll definitely be fooled," Wang Yao chuckled.

"Aren't art students supposed to be very emotional? Why does President Yao seem a little too rational?" Ni Ni smiled like a little fox.

“I’m just a photography enthusiast, not an art student. Remember, art requires subjective understanding and expression. If you can’t accept or understand art, then you don’t need to pay attention to it,” Wang Yao said.

"Since Mr. Yao is so knowledgeable about art, he must have created many works," Ni Ni teased.

“I’ve done a lot of private photography, but not art, because I’m not naturally artistic and lack inspiration,” Wang Yao said with a smile.

"You're lying, but I really didn't expect Qu Shou to suffer such a thing. It's so pitiful," Ni Ni sighed.

"Don't pity others or yourself so easily; instead, hate bad people more," Wang Yao corrected.

“But she really has courage. If it were me…” Ni Ni hesitated before continuing.

"With your shrewdness, you shouldn't be easily swindled out of your money or your virtue," Wang Yao chuckled.

"Yes, I hope the outcome will be good," Ni Ni prayed.

"Do your best and leave the rest to fate," Wang Yao said, narrowing his eyes.

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