Elena walked in the direction of Leila with the catwalk of a model, her red high heels stomping on the ground, making a crisp and rhythmic sound like a ballad.

"Go on. Leila's camera kept ringing, capturing the best of the model. "Give me a side face. That's right, the chin is tucked up a bit. It's nice and engaging. Purse your lips slightly, yes, that's it. Great!"

Elena is indeed very talented, as Leila said, she has a good sense of the camera, she has a kind of intuition that is almost a sixth sense for the camera, and knows how to show her most beautiful parts.

The supermodels of the 90s were all beautiful and attractive, and it can be said that they were the golden generation of models. But later, there were fewer really beautiful models, and designers paid more attention to the figure rather than the charm of the model himself, as if they were worried that the model would hide the charm of the clothing itself if it was too beautiful.

To Lyra, that was a ridiculous idea. 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 beautiful than people, and deliberately find some models who are not outstanding in themselves, but have a good figure, 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 and wait for the next round of shooting.

Next up is Gisele Bundchen, the soon-to-be Victoria's Secret Angel supermodel, with a height of 1.8 meters and slender thighs, it is definitely not an exaggeration to describe it as a natural clothes rack.

She was wearing Janet's most satisfying work this time - a dark brown jumpsuit. The navy blue coat was casually draped over her shoulders, holding a vintage red clutch bag in her hand. Just to that station, a strong fashion wind can't hide the surge.

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

Giselle shook her hair and lowered her eyes to the side, revealing her beautiful neck. She put it in her pocket with one hand, and put her handbag across her chest with the other, her long legs were slightly separated, and Queen Fan really exuded it unkemptly.

Leila's eyes lit up and she immediately put the image into her camera.

"Go on, move, let me see a queen patrolling her realm. That's right, yes, that's it. Get moving, get moving!"

Giselle's movements are very beautiful, as if there is no superfluous movement, and Leila is holding 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 excited when he sees a script that has a lot of appetite, and a photographer will naturally be excited when he sees the beautiful scenery that he can't finish.

Giselle is such a treasure that Leila discovers that no matter which direction she looks, she can find a satisfactory picture and shoot it.

It is no accident that she will become the number one paid supermodel in the future, how can she get out of her miracle road without this ability?

The models who came to France were all hand-picked by her, and once again her vision proved to be outstanding, and each one of them performed remarkably.

After more than three hours, the models had changed at least three outfits each before finally ending the Louvre shoot. The next stop was the Eiffel Tower, where Leila planned to give the models a two-hour break before heading out. As for lunch, these models don't eat casually, they calculate every bite in detail, and they don't eat out at will.

Layla doesn't like to dine with people who count grains of rice to eat, that's too appetite-destroying. So after giving a two-hour break, she left the team with Claire, leaving the models in the care of Sophia's styling and eating her own food.

But before she could finish eating, the call from Burberry called again, and it turned out that their people had arrived!

This surprised Leila a little, England and France couldn't have come so closely, right?

After careful questioning, she found out that one of the directors of Burberly happened to be in France, and after knowing about it, she specially asked to take full responsibility for the company's cooperation with Leila.

"Oh, it's Christopher Bailey. Janet answered her daughter's question with a smile after hearing her inquiry: "That's right, he is indeed the director of Burberry." My friend has done a lot of work since he took over the company, and he is a designer she is very interested in. You don't care about that, and it's not surprising that you don't know his name. If you've seen his designs, you'll know that he's a very talented guy. ”

can be praised so much by his mother, it can be seen that the other party is indeed not a simple character. After Leila hung up the phone, she thought a little more highly of Burberly, and if they came to meet her with a random clerk, she would flatly refuse to cooperate even if it was her mother's request.

Just kidding, how can she say that she is also a wealthy lady worth hundreds of millions, who can anyone who wants to see her?

It's not that she wants to put on a show, in this society, you have this right but you don't have the attitude you should be, you will be ridiculed by others. It's like a young lady walking on the street and talking to a beggar, others may say that you are approachable or something, but in their hearts they are actually laughing at her for being unorthodox and losing her noble face.

The afternoon shoot went smoothly and there were no surprises except for a few whistles from onlookers when the beautiful models came out.

As soon as the work was over, Leila went back to the hotel to meet with Director Burberly, who was already staying at the same hotel.

The place where the two met was the hotel's café.

Lyra gave her name and was ushered by the waiter to a secluded location, where Christopher was already waiting.

"Am I late?"

"No, I'm here early. Christopher shook her hand a little shyly. "Hello, Miss Moran, it's a pleasure to meet you. ”

"Hello. Leila sat across from him with the waiter's service, talking as she looked at the man in front of her.

From her mother, she knew that the supposedly talented designer was only 26 years old this year. Being the creative director of a luxury brand at such a young age is definitely worthy of the word "genius". Interestingly, the designer is also known for his shy introversion, at least Leila can still see his reddened cheeks and earlobes through his stubbled face.

Leila crossed her hands on the table and stared at the blushing man, half curious and half playfully, "Do I look horrible?"

"Ah?" said Christopher, in a hurry, "how come? You, you are very beautiful, and as you heard, a very lovely young lady." ”

"Then why don't you keep looking at me?" asked Leila with a smile.