MTL - Spoiled-Chapter 47

"... Oh." Han Yun had a feeling of being confused by him. He was taken a few steps before he realized the problem. "No, it's better that you follow me, don't lose it. Is it a bit too much to hold hands on the street? Greasy? "

He wanted to pull his hands out, Fu Yuan refused to let them go, and the two walked quickly. After Teacher Yin was pulled by the street photographer to take a photo, another look, Han Yun and the two were gone.

Walked to Lincoln Square, another photographer suddenly surrounded Han Yun, he has a Southeast Asian look, baby face short hair, dressed in black, not tall, not too much like a fashion photographer.

He asked in a friendly way: "Can you take pictures of both of you separately?" Fu Yuan said that he did not accept street photography.

The photographer said: "It doesn't matter, it's okay to take a group photo, right?"

Fu Yuan explained to Han Yun: "He urged us to take a photo together."

Han Yun nodded and immediately said, "Then you put on your sunglasses."

If Han Yun has a certain understanding of various fashion information, then he will know that the Southeast Asian photographer who stopped him is not an ordinary person, but the founder of the famous street photography site toton.

In the introduction of a famous blogger, the American version of vogue described him that way.

"In fashion circles, ton's blog is as important as the show, and it's a photo album that has to be seen. '" Ton is one of the best street photographers. His street photography is known for its details. Every month, those street photos on his website can get more than 1.5 million clicks.

Street shooting is not the same as stopping the shoot. Sometimes the photographer will ask you to do some actions, but most of the time, I hope the model's natural walking dynamics will be captured by the camera.

There are no contraindications to street shooting. The only contraindication is that the legs cannot be side by side facing forward.

Han Yun has not experienced training in this area, but he will walk on the runway. The show director said that he had a strong sense of lens and infection when he fixed the spot.

This ability is important in street shooting. Fu Yuan walked beside Han Yun, and in order not to steal his limelight, he stepped back and stood on the side farther from the photographer.

Lincoln Square is full of modern men and women. Street photographers are all gathered here. It seems to know that it is ton. A few photographers stopped the work at hand and came over, intending to wait for ton to finish shooting before going forward. Invitation.

In this way, even if there is only one photographer kneeling on the ground to take pictures, there are not many crowds watching.

Such extraordinary attention did not disappoint Han Yun in the slightest. On the contrary, he was intoxicated with such a noticeable feeling.

Ton's lens is glowing, and his eyes are also exhilarating, and it seems that he has taken a wonderful photo.

When the two stood together and looked at the camera slightly at the same time, they had a wonderful aura. They acted very similarly. The aura was suppressed by each other.

The shorter one, because of its deep outline, is not the same as the Chinese models that American native photographers usually contact.

This one, which is being shot on the street, has a beautiful outline like a Westerner, but also has an oriental classic temperament that is extremely mysterious to him. Confused with each other, the thousands of hordes of horses and gas fields coming to his face made Ton unable to stop pressing the index finger of the shutter at all.

Ton is a Vietnamese, but he grew up in the United States and has never been to Vietnam or to Asia. He himself pays special attention to the Orientals on the street, and once there are suitable "fashionable people", he stops to take pictures of them.

Soon, the shooting was over. Photographer Ton asked where they came from, because Han Yun didn't say a word, and the man next to him had to translate for him. At first glance, he came from abroad, not a Chinese growing up in the United States.

Fu Yuan answered China.

Ton said, "Wow, that's a good place. Are you both supermodels from China? I know that there will be a show from Wang Weiwei and a show from Li Ning. Are you a supermodel coming to the show?"

Ton would think so for a reason.

Since last year, a large number of domestic and local brands have landed in New York Fashion Week, opened the international market during New York Fashion Week, and received a lot of international orders.

Moreover, Han Yun's height has reached the average level of European and American supermodels. Fu Yuan next to him seems to be one meter nine, and the shooting gas field is very strong. Isn't this what the supermodel is?

He took an "odel" bite, and even if Han Yun didn't understand English, he could understand the word.

Are they like supermodels? Or ask them if they are supermodels?

Sorry to say that, for so long in the circle, Han Yun has not yet been on the dc list. dc is a global supermodel ranking, divided into six levels, the top of the pyramid is the legendary supermodel, down is the first-line model, the first-line model list is also the best supermodel, and so on, second-line models, third-line Models ... the lowest end of the pyramid is the five-line model.

The dc list is updated every quarter, and there is a major blood exchange at the end of each year. Comprehensive factors such as the reputation of the comprehensive model, the ability to earn money, and co-endorsement advertisements are evaluated.

At present, the Korean player has not been on the list, or it may be that he has not received the official attention of dc, so he has not been listed as a candidate.

Fu Yuan explained, "He is a model."

After hearing what he said, Ton immediately threw an olive branch to Han Yun and handed out his business card.

Although the business card was all in English, he did n’t understand it, but it did n’t prevent him from understanding, so Han Yun politely reached out the business card—the business card was given to him by Mr. Yin and said, “Most people will come by then Ask you for a business card, you just give them this. "

His name was written in Chinese and Pinyin on his business card, as well as a string of phone numbers, a work email, and nothing else.

As soon as ton left, Han Yun was immediately stopped by five or six different photographers in front of the Metropolitan Theater.

But this time, Fu Yuan refused, and was unwilling to let people film himself.

However, he is very handsome, but he has no special characteristics. On the streets of Fashion Week, the competition is just who is more fancy than the other. The photographers did not force it and let him go.

By noon, Han Yun had no idea how many photographers had stopped him, and even a very well-known magazine photographer, but he knew nothing about it. It was just that Han Yun had a feeling of enjoying the flash while finishing his work.

At this time, Han Yun received a message from Teacher Yin: "It's noon, don't wander around Lincoln Center, go eat something, and rest in the afternoon."

Of course, she couldn't get Han Yun to work for six days in a row. When she came just now, she heard someone say that there are two Oriental men in Lincoln Square, very popular with photographers, and she knew that Han Yun would definitely receive a lot of goods.

Fashion ended on Monday. I can definitely see Han Yun's street photos on some websites or magazines. Such a sought after phenomenon is related to the appearance of Han Yun, but it must have a lot to do with her own design, which solved her. She had always been troubled, so she immediately decided to give Han Yun a vacation and go to the show alone in the afternoon.

Upon receiving the news, Han Yun immediately declared that he was hungry.

He went abroad for the first time and browsed some of New York's famous restaurants online in advance, but when he got there, he was helpless: "What shall we eat?"

Fu Yuan has n’t been here for a long time. The main streets of New York City have n’t changed much, but the buildings and stores have undergone earth-shaking changes. He pulled Han Yun to the side: “There are many restaurants here. Just go in. "

Because of his hunger, Han Yun didn't notice that Fu Yuan took himself again.

The Lincoln Center, located in New York's Upper West Side, is the world's largest art venue. There are often various art exhibitions, concerts and fashion shows. There are naturally many restaurants in this business district. Han Yun was curious about everything. He passed by a row of restaurants and various display windows, and finally turned hungry before turning into an Italian restaurant.

After eating, Han Yun became more and more full of energy and was still curious about such exotic scenery. Fu Yuan was still holding his hand, but he reluctantly shook it off: "The hands are sweating, hey, don't hold it."

Some shop windows sell hats, some sell clothes, and some bakeries and cafes are all very interesting. Han Yun wants to go shopping.

He watched slowly, and finally turned into an antique shop, which sells some antique gadgets, Western paintings, Western watches and the like. Han Yun opened an old three-dimensional book of fairy tales and was looking at it. He was about to ask how much money to ask Fu Yuan to help, but he turned his head—he suddenly found that Fu Yuan was missing.

The antique shop is not big. Han Yun didn't find him, and he didn't need any books anymore.

The streets of New York are crowded with people, high-rise buildings, western white people on the streets, and cars on the wide road.

Everything is strange, Han Yun is a little dazed.

Han Yun stood idly at the door of the antique shop. He was very helpless. He was about to take out his mobile phone. A man wearing a black hoodie suddenly passed by. He was running fast, and he suddenly saw himself. The good mobile phone in my hand does not see anyone, and everyone is stupid.

He hurried a few steps, but by then the little thief had disappeared into the crowd.

There are many pickpockets abroad. When Han Yun checked the information online before, he saw that many people who came to the United States were robbed of packages or something. At first he didn't care about it. Now that he has been robbed of his mobile phone, he knows how powerful it is.

He couldn't find the thief and didn't dare to move. He was afraid he would be lost as soon as he walked around. He didn't remember what hotel he was staying in, he didn't speak English yet, what if he lost it? Can it only live on the street?

Han Yun was panicked and looked around blankly, looking for him everywhere, still remembering his name in his mouth: "Where did you go, where did you go, am I wrong, can't you come out soon ..."

This anxious mentality did not last for a long time. Han Yun was not a wait-and-see personality. He decided to turn around and return to the same way to find Fu Yuan by himself.

On this turn, he bumped into Fuyuan coming out of the store next to him.

Han Yun looked up and saw him. He immediately hugged him, clasping his waist tightly with his hands, and aggrieved, "Mysterious, I almost lost it. Why didn't you follow me tightly and make me find it better?"