Chapter 348 Backstage

The sky is clear, and Gulfstream One has drawn a long tail across the sky.

"Boss, are you satisfied?" After straightening her clothes, Ava picked up the wine glass on the table and said, she needed a drink to calm down.

"Not bad, try harder next time." Li Zitao patted her perky buttocks.

At this moment, the turbid air in the cabin made people feel the urge to open the windows to breathe.

Gardner and Lily had already fallen asleep in the cubicle. The two were frightened in the previous game and needed a good rest.

Waiting for the plane to land in Paris, bodyguards and cars were already waiting outside the airport. They arrived by civil aviation half a day in advance and arranged all the itineraries.

"Boss, shall we go to the venue first?" Shen Qiang, who was promoted to Li Zitao's security supervisor, asked.

"En." He came to see fashion in the market, not to stay in a hotel.

The place where the fashion show is held is in Dior's store. During the two-day fashion show, the store will be closed.

The outer glass door will be covered with curtains, and the chairs will form a circle inside the house, leaving only two narrow passages in the inward 'backstage'.

There is an open space of about 2 square meters in the middle, which is where the 'model' shows its charm.

In addition to well-known designers and artists, buyers from large department stores in various countries were invited this time.

They are always traveling around famous stores all over the world, searching for the latest information and fashion, and bringing excellent products back to the company.

These buyers have great rights. It can be said that whether the designs of many famous boutiques can appear in department stores is in their hands.

Although what is finally listed will be reviewed internally by the company, but if they can't even see your design, what should they use to review it?

When Li Zitao arrived, he could see that many shops on the street had their curtains drawn.

From February to March every year, it is the busiest day of the Paris Fashion Show.

But now people like to call it a 'fashion house,' and each designer store will hold its own fashion show in their store.

A fashion week in the true sense will not appear until 20 years later, after the end of World War II.

At that time, it was the day when fashion was reborn from the ashes, and models began to become a formal professional status and were accepted by people.

When I saw Christian Dior, he was communicating with his designers about the appearance of models and changes in clothes.

"These clothes are like a robe on her body. I want a gothic style of gloomy, dark, depressing, not a nun in a convent."

"Maybe we should switch models."

"Yes, we should change—" The corners of Dior's eyes glanced at Li Zitao and others who had just entered, and his pupils lit up when he saw Ava.

"She, yes, it's her, what's your name." Dio pointed to Ava and said.

"Me?" Ava looked bewildered, thinking, 'What the hell is this? '

"That's right, who are you from?" Seeing Ava's blank look and the unfamiliar face, Dior guessed that she might not be a model for the fashion show.

But that's okay, no one can resist the charm of banknotes.

"Want to be a model, 20 francs per hour, you will become the new darling of the fashion industry, the muse in people's eyes."

Dior completely ignored the other people beside him, only Ava was left in his eyes, with a delicate and three-dimensional face, a domineering and hot figure, he was really a perfect hanger.

"Sorry, I'm not interested." Ava said decisively.

"Well, good, then we... um? What did you say?" Dio asked in surprise, he was sure he heard it wrong.

"I said, I'm not interested, Mr. Dior." Ava smiled, and introduced sideways: "My boss, His Excellency Marquis Charlie Lee, I am his personal secretary."

"..." Dio looked at her with regret, regret, and pain, and looked at Li Zitao with a bit of hostility. '

In his opinion, Ava's conditions were too perfect. She was born to belong to the stage, standing under the spotlight and being admired and marveled by everyone.

It's just that this kind of emotion comes and goes quickly. Dio understands very well that compared with the big man in front of him, his conditions have no temptation.

"Your Excellency Charlie, you are welcome to visit Dior in person. We are making final preparations. Maybe you want to visit the backstage?"

"Of course, I'm very interested." He was very interested in the backstage of the models.

That didn’t surprise Dior, everyone was interested in backstage, a lesson he learned while working at another haute couture house.

There are two changing rooms separated by curtains in the backstage, surrounded by clothes for people to choose from.

At the moment, the 100-square-meter space is full of busy people, dressing tables and models changing clothes.

The slightly conservative three-point style, in Li Zitao's opinion, has an old-fashioned appeal.

These models are not like the "crooked melon split dates" he imagined, with fair skin and tall stature.

Although there is no vest line, everyone is in good shape.

Occasionally there are a few elephant legs, which are 'plus-size mannequins,' used to showcase garments designed for women with tall skeletons.

Most of the wives and children of the newly-emerging rich men in the early 20th century belonged to the "little giants," which are definitely standard big horses.

But ordinary people are not blessed to enjoy it, Li Zitao still likes those slender and plump women with slender waists.

"Your Excellency, you can visit here to your heart's content, I still need to make some preparations." After Dio took him into the backstage, he left quickly.

"Miss Gardner, please come here." Someone took Ava Gardner to the dressing room, where there were two dressing rooms, one of which was her exclusive 'room. '

"It's really unfair." A model standing in place and changing clothes with her hands on the wall complained: "Why are we exposed here, and she can be there."

"Stop complaining, she's a Hollywood star, haven't you seen her new movie?"

"Why should I go to see, ha, this is Paris, not America."

"Vivian, Vivian." Dior's assistant rushed in, shouting loudly.

"Here." The girl who was struggling to pull up the skirt raised her hand and shouted, her body leaning forward suddenly straightened up, and there was a 'tear' on the side of the skirt, and it was split.

"Oh, God, who is it, who gave it to you, God, God—" Seeing Vivienne's clothes, the assistant looked around like crazy.

"This is number 9, isn't it right?" Seeing the other party's appearance, Vivienne asked blankly, not knowing what she did wrong.

"Number 9? You said it was a number 9, god, did you wear it backwards? How could anyone not be able to tell—oh, get out of my way, I can't breathe."

The assistant was almost suffocated, and this dress was one of their finale themes, and it was to be given to Gardner to wear.

Now, it was ruined by a little girl who was brought in temporarily.