From Flower Vase to Film Emperor in Hollywood

A hint of interest flickered in Anna's calm eyes.

Without a doubt, this was a challenge, one that even Anna hadn't attempted, a challenge that could even be said to subvert the very concept of the fashion world.

As everyone knows, shooting hard-hitting photos for fashion magazines is a daunting challenge. Models need to interpret and express the soul of the clothing and styling. But fortunately, the models are responsible for the performance, while the styling is handled by professionals. This platform showcases the abilities of fashion magazine editors.

Simply put, fashion magazines are considered trendsetters because those professional editors are responsible for telling the general public what to wear, how to coordinate outfits, and how to keep up with fashion trends.

The success of "Fashion" magazine stems from Anna's keen sense of style.

But now?

Anna was handing over the power of styling to Anson, something that had never happened before. It was like entrusting the core soul of the fashion magazine to the model himself.

But this was precisely what Anna was trying to do—

To showcase the real Anson.

Not just the Anson from the "New York Times" article, riding a motorcycle and sharing brunch, but also the Anson who had just discussed how to give clothes a soul. More importantly, the Anson who could combine fashion with personal charisma.

Of course, while the power of choice was given to Anson, the power of decision still rested with Anna.

How to coordinate outfits, how to accessorize, how to make detailed adjustments—these professional tasks were still Anna's responsibility. She would adjust based on Anson's choices. Anna wouldn't risk the reputation and prestige of "Fashion" magazine for a single feature. Anna would still oversee the quality of the final product.

However, Anna had even more ideas—

This was an opportunity, a chance to observe Anson up close and see if he could become the key figure to change men's fashion trends.

And so,

With a rustle,

Anna opened the entire warehouse to Anson, with a hint of playfulness and slyness. She herself was also curious to see where this project would lead.

For this adventurous challenge, "Fashion" magazine had mobilized all its resources and enlisted the help of "Fashion" France, covering major sponsors and a series of independent designer brands, aiming for the November issue.

If the results were outstanding, Anna was also considering creating a series—

After all, the theme was special, and only selecting autumn and winter clothing would seem biased. At the very least, they should do another one with spring and summer clothing.

Now, it was up to Anson.

Anson was a little dazed.

As mentioned before, Anson only had some personal ideas about fashion. He had never seen such a display before. Even if you combined the wardrobes of his two lifetimes, they probably wouldn't amount to half of what was in front of him. It was truly too exaggerated.

So, where should he start?

He was at a loss.

The bewilderment was only temporary. After taking a deep breath, Anson regained his composure. Since he was here, he might as well make the most of it and treat it as a rare shopping experience.

Thinking this way, he felt a faint excitement rising within him.

Autumn casual?

Anson liked autumn. Among the four seasons, autumn was often the most comfortable. It wasn't too cold or too hot, not too humid or too dry. The clear, crisp weather was perfect for outdoor excursions. Moreover, dressing also offered room for expression. It wasn't as simple as summer or as bulky as winter. One could often enrich their personal style with different layers of coordination.

Normally, Anson would start with a top, choosing a top to establish the style, and then selecting matching pants, a jacket, and shoes. But there were simply too many options in front of him. The styles and designs of the tops weren't that different, and it would be too much effort to pick them one by one.

So, this time, he would start with the jacket—

A dark blue bomber jacket. What was particularly special was the color scheme of the garment, which unexpectedly and rarely chose a bright and vibrant orange combination.

The bright orange wasn't much, not the large swaths of it, but just a little bit dotted on the pockets, zippers, collar, and other locations as edging.

The understated jacket instantly became gorgeous.

Once the jacket was chosen, the subsequent work became much simpler.

A short while later, Anson had already changed into the outfit and appeared before everyone.

The rustling and chattering sounds rippled slightly in the air. One could clearly feel a hint of amazement and admiration slowly igniting.

A pearl white shirt, black jeans, and a pair of dark blue army boots. Everything was neat and orderly. The shirt was tucked into the waistband, and all the buttons were fastened. The entire outfit looked clean and crisp. The real highlight was the close-fitting and tailored cut. The soft fabric perfectly wrapped around the figure's lines and proportions, revealing a tough and dashing temperament.

Then, add the jacket.

Casually combed his slightly messy hair back, the golden-brown strands scattered amidst the shimmering light, and the corners of his mouth gently curved upwards.

"Unfortunately, there's no helmet here. Otherwise, I would ride my motorcycle to meet my friends."

The studio was silent.

At the moment Anson tied his tie, completing the final step of the whole outfit, those trivial whispers all disappeared into the air. One or two people stared dumbfounded at the deadly man before them.

Now they finally understood what Anson meant by those words just now:

It is people who give the fabrics a soul.

Before Anson put on these clothes, the clothes seemed to have nothing special about them; but now, all the fashion professionals in the room couldn't take their eyes off him.

From "GQ" to the Emmy Awards ceremony to the premiere of "The Princess Diaries", what truly attracted people's attention was still the man before them.

One second, a polka-dot shirt with a sweater, looking like a handsome and scholarly gentleman.

The next second, a white shirt with a bomber jacket, transforming into a rebellious rock and roll motorcyclist.

Completely different temperaments were naturally blended into the same person.

The discussions all disappeared, leaving only the continuous roar surging in their minds.

Perhaps, Anna was the only exception. Her expression didn't change at all.

However, in fact, Anna's gaze never left Anson for a moment. Among the millions of people, there are special people like this. Even if they don't do anything, just standing quietly in place, they can easily attract attention and make any gorgeous clothes all become foils, imbuing those fabrics with life with their own color.

Before her, there was one.

Anna was a little excited. After Kate Moss, she felt that butterfly-fluttering excitement again after many years. In this young man before her, she saw the possibility, she saw the star's light.

Perhaps, men's fashion was indeed ushering in a moment of fateful turning point.