In Hollywood, it's common for actresses to try on thirty or even fifty outfits when choosing what to wear for an awards ceremony. Preparations for attending the Oscars often start four or five months in advance, involving a long and arduous process, as they need to stand out among the competition.
But clearly, men's options are much simpler:
Suits. Suits. And more suits?
Just now, Eve kept asking Anson to change into different styles and types of suits. She wasn't being picky; she was observing and thinking quickly.
At this moment, as she entered work mode, you could sense Eve's clear thinking and focused goals amidst her swift actions, truly showcasing her professionalism.
"Generally speaking, when a newcomer has an image or a label, that's the first step. We need to continuously reinforce this impression to make the initial breakthrough."
"Anson is the same."
"So far, every time Anson has appeared in public, he has performed flawlessly. His image as a handsome guy has already formed. If nothing unexpected happens, the Emmys will be another opportunity to reinforce this impression, easily capturing the attention of countless women."
"But."
"The situation is different now. Anson is competing for an important role…"
Eve noticed the staff busy around them. Whether or not they were eavesdropping, she remained cautious and did not mention "Spider-Man."
"You also mentioned that currently, the director thinks Anson is too handsome and does not fit the character requirements."
"The problem is, we can't make Anson look ugly. Maybe actresses can ugly themselves up to win an Oscar, but for male actors, that doesn't work."
"And, we shouldn't do that either. It would destroy the image Anson has built so far. We can't let all the effort so far go to waste."
"So, the key is to show a different kind of charm."
"We need the director to see that Anson is a versatile actor. Even as a handsome guy, he's not just like Matthew McConaughey or Hugh Grant, who are only suitable for one type of role or style. He has different charms and appearances. He can adapt to different roles and image requirements."
Edgar finally interjected, "Even if this new image doesn't fit the role requirements?"
Eve nodded, "Yes, even if this new image doesn't fit the role requirements."
"Listen, our job is to showcase Anson's versatility, but how exactly he should be shaped or in which direction, we leave that to the director to think about."
"So, what we need now is to create a different new image, far removed from the current one, even creating a complete contrast, and then let the director see. It's a way to tell the crew, 'Hey, you idiots, if you miss out on Anson, you'll definitely regret it.'"
The pace was very fast.
Eve spoke rapidly, like a machine gun firing, pouring out information.
Edgar could keep up, his mind working at high speed, "But how do we ensure the director and crew will see it? After all, this is the Emmys."
He didn't mean to belittle the Emmys, but in the year 2000, the gap between the film and television industries was still quite pronounced.
For those in the film industry, they might like and respect television but wouldn't pay attention to it. Even if movie actors occasionally guest-starred on TV shows or led miniseries, from the perspective of the film industry, it was just a side gig or a vacation, or worse, a sign that their movie career was dimming.
To some extent, they viewed it from a condescending perspective.
So, is the Emmys important?
Yes, it is.
But will film people pay attention to the Emmys?
No, they won't.
It's just that simple.
Eve rolled her eyes, glancing sideways at Edgar, "That's our job, don't you think? Even if they don't care or watch, we need to make them see. You have your expertise, and I have mine, but I believe we can get them to see the news."
Edgar was slightly taken aback, then couldn't help but smile, his lips curling up gently, "You're right. That is our job."
Edgar felt a bit eager to try.
Eve withdrew her gaze, looking forward again, and casually said, "I'm always right. Always."
Swoosh.
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The curtains opened once again, revealing Anson in a brand-new suit—
Silence.
There wasn't a single sound at the scene—no admiration, no criticism, not even a breath.
Anson was confused. He looked down at his outfit and then turned to the mirror. "What's the matter? I think this one is pretty good. It's a style I've never tried before, but it's quite interesting."
Ignoring Eve and Edgar, Anson looked at the shop assistant. "What brand is this?"
The assistant, showing no signs of fatigue and well accustomed to this intensity, smiled. "Dior."
Anson was quite surprised. "I haven't tried Dior before." He then turned around to face the two of them. "Any thoughts?"
Edgar wasn't unresponsive; his eyes lit up. Even though he thought he knew Anson very well, he was still amazed to see a new side of him.
And he was impressed.
Edgar turned to look at Eve.
Eve quietly watched Anson, her gaze steady and unwavering. After a long while, the corners of her mouth slowly lifted into a smile, and her eyes sparkled with a vibrant glow. "Perfect."
Only then did Eve look at Edgar. "This is an Anson I've never seen before."
Edgar agreed, "I haven't seen him like this either."
Eve's eyes gleamed with satisfaction, and she instinctively looked back at Anson. "Now, we just need the director to see this too."
Anson looked up and down at his outfit. "So, this is the one?"
Eve nodded slightly. "Yes, this is it. Oh, my God, I love my job. I can't wait for the director to see this look."
Edgar added, "And Anna Wintour."
Eve turned to Edgar, blinked, and threw a playful wink. "Yes, and Anna Wintour. Nice, your reaction was quick; you deserve some praise."
Edgar: ??? Even if it's praise, shouldn't it come from someone else?
But Eve had already turned her attention back and clapped her hands. "Alright, next is the accessories."
Like the outfits, accessories also needed sponsorship. Women's jewelry often costs hundreds of thousands or even millions of dollars, but it's not their own; it all comes from sponsors. Men's watches, jewelry, accessories, and so on are the same. No one would pay out of their own pocket for these things.
Naturally, big-brand sponsors are more willing to sponsor superstars. As for newcomers, they usually don't have sponsors, and the cost of attending an awards ceremony could leave them heavily in debt. However, with the help of a top agent or a top public relations company, it's a different story.
Eve asked, "Edgar, what's the age range of the character Anson is auditioning for? While we need to show a different kind of charm, it shouldn't be too far off. It still needs to fit the character."
"Eighteen? Twenty at most," Edgar answered.
Eve laughed dryly, "Good thing I asked, so Rolex is out. We don't want Anson looking like a 40-year-old Wall Street executive. Although the vibe would be completely different and the mature women would scream for him, the director probably wouldn't be interested."
"Eighteen... eighteen... eighteen..."
Muttering to herself, Eve strode forward and got busy again, her eyes revealing undisguised excitement, shining brighter and brighter.
**End of the first update.**
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