Lance felt that his muscles were a little sore, and the photo shoot was far more difficult than he had imagined.

In many cases, playing a role is only a small part of the model's work, and the bigger part is maintaining the correct posture and angle, which leads to the model often having to freeze in one action for several minutes, and even make the smile stiff; What's even more terrifying is that you need to constantly fine-tune your movements according to the photographer's requirements - what does it mean to raise your chin 13 degrees diagonally? He didn't carry a protractor, how could he know what thirteen degrees was all about!

Six hours had passed since two scenes had been filmed – and he still had one scene left unfinished. Lance would rather go back to the Sin City crew and deal with film and acting, which was far easier.

After changing into the first set of clothes for the final scene, taking advantage of the time between the scene and changing the black tea, the black tea had already cooled down while waiting, and now in order to shoot the classical British style, they needed a pot of freshly brewed hot tea - Lance sat on the sofa, letting the sore muscles relax and relax, and the tense shoulder muscles were like marble, which made Lance feel a little funny.

Before coming in, he was still worried about the pressure he would face in front of the camera, and the pressure on his shoulders began to slowly increase; After coming in, he realized that he still had a lot to learn before facing the so-called pressure, and the work in front of the camera was definitely not as easy as he imagined.

Subconsciously touched his pocket, and then realized that he was now in a costume for taking pictures, not his own clothes, and naturally he couldn't find Skittles in his pockets. Raised his head and looked around, but didn't find Percy's figure - it is estimated that Percy was also tired enough, and finally Lance glanced around, picked up the tin box of cigarettes placed on the table, originally thought that it was just for decoration, but did not expect that it was really full of cigarettes, and took out one. After igniting it, I felt the aroma of tobacco slowly waft through the air, and my muscles gradually relaxed.

Mario was walking outside the set, looking for the perfect light, when he saw a tired Lance and couldn't help but chuckle. Newcomers who are modeling for the first time are all like this, and after a high-intensity and heavy-duty work, their faces are full of burnout.

Mario couldn't help but stop and carefully look at the model in front of him. Put yourself in the photographer's shoes. In fact, his mood is contradictory, on the one hand, he does not like to shoot such models, because all the qiē is too perfect, and he can capture wonderful photos almost effortlessly, which makes his work less challenging; But on the one hand, he yearns for this kind of shooting, because he can capture that moment in the midst of heavy work, and lock time in the photo. The moment it became eternal, and the sense of accomplishment was indescribable.

Lance is the kind of God's darling, with an angular face and three-dimensional and resolute facial features. The temperament between the eyebrows is both wild and tender, and meets almost all demanding aesthetic standards. Last moment, he was still fighting like a hard-blooded guy in the apocalypse of the wasteland. The terrifying eyes make people tremble; At this moment, he sat quietly and elegantly on the sofa like an elegant aristocrat. It's as if even the trail of light gliding over the face becomes gentle, outlining the most perfect outline.

Lance held a cigarette in his left index and middle fingers, put it to his lips, and bit his thin and soft lips lightly, and his slender and vigorous fingertips loomed in the smoke like bamboo knots, like the baton of a master conductor.

Then, the left hand was gently raised, supporting the temple, rubbing it slowly with the thumb, the eyes were comfortably closed, just letting the smoke of the fingertips curl up, the straight and slender eyebrows were undulating and winding like the mountains in Chinese/Chinese ink paintings, and the mist slowly blurred out of the corners of the eyes, like the mist on the blue lake, quiet and magnificent, vast and majestic.

The ivory shirt glows faintly in the light, the pearl buttons reflect the flowing waves, the placket of the Victorian court shirt is meticulously buttoned, but the full and strong body fully supports the shirt, and the flowing water undulates under the silky fabric, too loose and too tight, so that the eyes can't help but greedily explore the scenery under the thin white cloth.

The jet-black double-breasted suit with small lapels follows the tradition of the British aristocracy in the twenties of the last century, with a slim and slim line, a slightly wider shoulder line and a tightened waist, and an hourglass shape on the upper body, which perfectly shows the well-proportioned and strong inverted triangle figure of Lance; The buttons of the double-breasted suit are unbuttoned at this time, opening casually, so that people can clearly see the shutters on the front of the shirt, the black Windsor bow tie gently binds all the surging emotions of the xù, and the meticulous and subdued design pushes the style of abstinence/lust to the extreme, with a sacred and inviolable noble temperament, and at the same time, because of the open buttons of the suit and a touch of casualness, as if it is a relaxation after removing the armor.

Retro and elegant, graceful and gentlemanly, but languid and dashing, tired and loose.

The picturesque eyebrows are dyed with a layer of fragility due to fatigue, like a cloud of smoke on the edge of the blue sky, lightly and casually smeared with a little melancholy, the fragility that will be broken at the slightest touch makes people can't help but want to reach out to smooth the thin folds, but before they can touch it, they hesitate because they are afraid of breaking the beauty of this moment. The vigilance hidden behind the mask, the softness revealed by the momentary laxity, but it became more and more unbearable.

Mario took half a step forward, but his footsteps involuntarily stopped, raised the single-shot camera in his hand, focused on Lance, hesitated again and again, or broke the silence with a voice, as if he had done an extremely cruel thing, "Lance? ”

Lance opened his eyes suddenly, the cigarette on the side of his temple was still burning quietly, the hazy smoke slowly dissipated in the air, and the blue eyes looked at it in horror. In just a moment, Mario captured the turbulence and intricacy in those eyes, the loneliness and helplessness fainted in that almost indifferent look, revealing the solemnity of Shakespearean tragedy, all the vicissitudes, fragility, confusion, fear, longing and beauty are buried deep in the depths of the heart, revealing only the decadent beauty of the moment hidden in the smoke, wandering between strength and vulnerability, dancing on the tip of the tongue, bitter but sweet.

The clear and translucent blue, at this moment, left time in that shock, and the world seemed to stand still.

Click, Mario just instinctively pressed the shutter and recorded the moment. When the sound of the shutter sounded, he immediately came back to his senses, because the slight sound broke the balance of the scene, and in an instant all the atmosphere was broken, and the love in Lance's eyes was like a tide, quickly faded, and his eyes were replaced with the familiar politeness and gentleman, as if nothing had happened.

Mario hurriedly pressed the shutter again, and a series of shutter sounds surged out, "Good, keep this position, good!" That's perfect! Mario quickly got to work and recorded the scene before him.

The Reims in front of him is like an English aristocrat who came out of an oil painting, humble and polite, noble and detached, cold and arrogant, and even the curling smoke has become the perfect background. However, this is completely different from the temperament at that moment just now, not a tough guy in the apocalypse, not an urban cold man, not a British gentleman, but ...... It's a side that no one has ever seen, so which one is the real Lance?

Mario decided to keep the secret to himself, treasured the photograph and hung it on the wall of his studio as a private collection.

In fact, Mario did the same. The photograph, which he named "Instant Eternity", remained in his studio until 2016, when it was unveiled, and the capture of the moment showed a Lance that no one had ever seen. The photo was flagged as a refusal to be sold, but even so, there were still many people in the auction market who were willing to buy it at a high price, and Mario still refused to sell it for up to $45 million at a time.

Lance's eyebrows frowned slightly, he could sensitively perceive that Mario's feelings had changed somewhat, "What, is there nothing wrong with my posture?" ”

Mario paused, his mind racing quickly, and then quickly shook his head, "No." I think it's better to capture your demeanor in a moment than to show your character. After all, our protagonist today is you, not clothes, aren't you? ”

Lance felt a little strange, but he couldn't say why, he looked at Mario carefully, and still didn't get any more clues, so he could only give up for the time being, "So, my previous work today was all day work?" A joke made Mario laugh, and the other staff around him also chuckled.

"I can vouch for it, it's my best work of the year, not one of them." Mario said firmly, "I think the editors of 'American Weekly' are going to have a headache, there are so many excellent photos that you can even make a feature and pick out a few, which is not an easy task." Mario's eyebrows were filled with great confidence, as he said, he couldn't be more satisfied with his work today, perhaps this is the most satisfying job he has had in the past few years since entering the 21st century.

"Hehe, don't worry, leave the difficult task to me." Darius walked over and stood beside Mario with a smile, "I'm sure this issue will satisfy everyone." However, there is one very important thing that has not been done, and that is interviews. So, I think that's probably where today's work begins. ”

Darius's brisk words made the atmosphere lively, and Lance's attention finally turned away from Mario, raised his eyebrows, and looked over. Darius took a few steps forward and held out his right hand, "Sorry, I forgot to introduce myself." Darrys McCoy, a reporter for Us Weekly, is in charge of today's interview. ”

Darrys gave a wide smile to meet Lance's eyes, his teeth fully bared, like Jim-Carrey's trademark smile, comical and sarcastic. (To be continued.) )

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