Chapter 1297 The Raft of Medusa

Text Chapter 1297: The Raft of Medusa

Napoleon Bonaparte, who was wearing a purple velvet and gorgeous embroidered cloak, had already put on the crown. He held up the small crown with both hands, and was about to put it on the head of Queen Josephine who was kneeling in front of him...

"Card!"

The dancing finger Anne Fletcher called to stop, "Mimi, your steps should be more powerful."

"oh."

Mariah Carey obediently agreed, the director Zach slapped and ordered to start again, the staff rewound the apeshit accompaniment, 'You need me, I don't need you, the Grammy with nine mentions and zero is shit! ’ Song Ya’s rap sounded, and she and other female dancers lined up before the huge and magnificent painting that occupied the entire wall: Napoleon I’s coronation ceremony, and twisted again.

This is the most difficult part of all the dancing parts of her mv. The filming was mixed, and Song Ya, who was standing behind the monitor, looked at her watch. It was almost the agreed time for closing and clearing the venue.

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"During the coronation, Napoleon refused to kneel to Pope Pius VII to be crowned, but took the crown and put it on himself. In order to avoid presenting this fact, the painter Louis Jacques David took great pains to choose the second half of the scene where the emperor crowned the queen , so as to highlight the central position of Napoleon on the screen without embarrassing Pius VII..."

The old curator of the Louvre quietly appeared behind him, "The woman sitting in the middle of the back is Napoleon's mother. She refused to be present because she didn't like Josephine, but David also drew it in. There is also the emperor's brother Josephine. Napoleon was added later because he was the father of Napoleon III."

"Thank you for your explanation, what a treasure of art..."

Song Ya asked very politely: "Uh, we may not be able to finish it today, and we need to postpone leaving for two hours, is that okay?"

"Your agent told me, no problem."

It may be because of the last shooting day, the old curator became very talkative, "Your friends can also visit nearby."

"Friends? Oh."

Song Ya turned her head and saw Harley and Jennifer Connelly. The two women had visitor badges hanging around their necks. They followed Hayden and smiled to themselves, "Thank you." He thanked the old curator.

"Happy." The old curator said a word of congratulations in French and left.

"I see, you thought of this painting when you wrote this song, right?" Jennifer Connelly asked softly as she looked up at the painting.

"What?"

"The Grammy jury is not worthy to accept your kneeling, not worthy to crown you, only you have the right to put the crown on yourself."

Jennifer Connor said in a tone of admiration and pride in her ability to see through the metaphors in the MV and lyrics.

"Uh-huh."

Hehe, this seems to be a very poignant point for Wen Qingnv, "You know it very well, Jennifer." Song Ya admitted shamelessly.

"Wow, that's right..." Harry suddenly realized.

The two looked at each other and smiled, bosom friend and bosom friend.

"Ca! Mimi, you... No, you danced wrong!"

Anne Fletcher over there was already on the verge of madness. She stopped again, stepped forward anxiously to take Mariah Carey's place, and demonstrated by herself, "This way, this way, left foot, right foot..."

"That's how I dance, ummmm..."

Mariah Carey was very aggrieved and cried. She actually worked very hard, but her foundation was indeed too poor.

"You just clearly..."

"Annie!" Song Ya interrupted Anne Fletcher loudly and accused her ex-wife, "Don't worry, the museum has agreed to give us some more time, take your time."

"Really? Alright." Anne Fletcher breathed a sigh of relief, teaching dance idiots is too painful, "Then mimi, watch my steps carefully, pay attention..." Slow down the rhythm a little, one movement after another Refactor the demo.

"Aren't you going up?" Harry asked after several people watched silently for a few minutes.

"I don't have this part of the show." Song Ya replied, feeling that Anne Fletcher would be really boring to watch after slowing down the pace, "How about this, I will take you to another hall to visit?"

"Can you?" Jennifer Connelly asked.

"It's okay, just treat this as your own home." Song Ya waved his hands domineeringly and casually, "Let's go."

The Louvre was closed to the public at this time, and only the guards and staff of the museum were inside. The old curator should have only opened some halls in the nearby area, and Song Ya chose to enter.

Under the guidance of a staff member, the three of them walked slowly in the magnificent art hall, as if they were also influenced by art.

"gorgeous……"

Jennifer Connelly pauses in front of a painting, admiring.

"This is a huge documentary painting. In the 19th century, the French Navy appointed a man who didn't know how to sail as the captain of the Medusa. This huge ship sank on the rocks in the Brown Strait. The boat escaped, leaving more than 150 passengers and crew members, only 15 people survived, and two people died after landing. This shipwreck incident aroused strong dissatisfaction among the French, and the painter Chirico with a sense of justice came from Starting from this real event, this world masterpiece was created: The Raft of the Medusa..."

The staff explained in due course.

"Isn't it beautiful? It's kind of spooky..." Harry said.

"This is the moment when the victims were calling for help on the raft. The color tone is indeed a bit gloomy, but it can show the shocking tragic power even more. The appearance of this masterpiece can be said to have opened up the artistic path of romanticism..."

After all, he had studied at Harvard and Yale, and Jennifer Connelly took over to explain, "The painter Gerico should have been less than 30 years old at the time. In order to paint a true scene, he interviewed the surviving sailors, using carrion, dying people and The jaundice patient worked as a model for sketching, and it took eighteen months to complete this painting."

"Wow..." Harry continued to admire.

"Miss Connelly, have you studied this painting?" the staff member asked.

"Yes, when I was a student at Harvard... I have been here many times." Jennifer Connelly replied, "I have always liked this painting."

Song Ya was also a little shocked by this painting. Someone on the raft refused to give up and waved the fabric for help, and someone pointed to the distance with hope, as if telling his companions that the lifeboat was approaching, and someone had fallen weakly on the raft. Unknown, some people gave up completely, just sat in a daze on the boat and waited for the god of death to come.

A huge wave was approaching, and the sails were fully bulging, but the mast could no longer withstand the wind and tilted, and the temporary raft composed of several boards was about to capsize.

As if being brought back to the raft two hundred years ago, everything was frozen when it was about to capsize.

"well!"

He sighed secretly, thinking of the conversation he had with his ex-wife after the party last night.

The ex-wife noticed that Charis was kicked, but she didn't have an attack at the time. She just got up and strode away from the party angrily. Song Ya scratched her head and chased after her, squeezed into the car, "There are so many feet under the table..."

She was not beaten again, she rolled her eyes, held back her tears, turned her head and looked out the car window, "You started arguing with me again..."

"That's not what you started, it's more than 300 million."

"Then you shouldn't talk back..."

"..." Unreasonable, "Okay, okay, my fault."

"I know, after the MV is filmed and aired, you will achieve the purpose of hype, and then you don't need to make me happy anymore, right?" She sniffed and asked sadly, "You can start going out and playing around again."

"No, you think too much... I'm not so interested in the first place."

Song Ya was a little ashamed by these words. He knew himself very well, and asked himself, as long as he made up his mind to coax his ex-wife, it would be absolutely fine to coax him happily. As for why he suddenly didn't want to coax him? I don’t want the forest anymore, so why do I want the forest?

One is that it is really annoying to be quarreled, and the other is that I really feel that the MV will be aired soon, and I am too lazy to wrong myself and flatter women.

Just like last year with Shakira, the best hype period after the World Cup ended, and the love contract just expired, so I naturally...

I don't know how Shakira is doing now? Must hate me.

I really should hate it, it's ruthless and scumbag...

He feels that maintaining the forest is like the raft of Medusa in front of him. It may be overturned by the storm at any time. The people on the boat have their own attitudes and desires. It is impossible to save them all. Some people must be hurt, so they fall into despair and die... …

"Is it very touching?"

Jennifer Connelly saw the sad and compassionate face staring at the giant painting, and his pensive side face, the heartstrings could not help being plucked again. He can make money, create, sing, dance, rap, and dunk. It is delicate and sometimes hurts. Artistic savvy, dare to confront the big boss of the world when he is domineering, in that respect...

In short, the more I look at it, the more I like it! Oh, why didn't you hook up sooner? Her face started to have a fever again, starry eyes.

"Yes, alas..." Song Ya calmed down and squeezed out a smile, "I almost got depressed."

What a bosom friend! "I came here for the first time, and I was so shocked by it that I cried," she said.

The staff waited aside with a smile, while Harry blinked and looked back to study again, then pouted.

"Okay, okay, let's go over there, ladies."

Song Ya glanced sideways. The two ladies were both wearing fashionable clothes today, and they were on the conservative side, so the gentleman invited them to the next painting.

Um? Slowly visiting, when passing the passage between the two exhibition halls here, I found that the waiter at the door of the bathroom was missing.

Could it be that the museum only arranged guards near the MV filming location?

Immediately forgetting the melancholy, he began to think of a way, whispering to Harley, making her giggle, and gradually teasing Jennifer Connelly with his hands.

"Aplus brought friends to visit?" The old curator returned to the MV shooting scene.

"Yes." Hayden replied.

"Yeah." It's okay to keep an eye on one of them. His ex-wife is here, and the old curator nodded reassuringly, and decided to find someone in person. The agreed time is coming soon, and the cooperation will officially end, so we have to have a few polite chats. sentence.

"Um?"

Looking around, I happened to see Aplus, Halle Berry, and Jennifer Connelly walking out of the bathroom door crookedly. Jennifer Connelly immediately hid behind Aplus in embarrassment when she saw him, and Halle yelled Tilt the orchid and finger the hair to restore it to fluffy.

"Why didn't you follow them?!" The old curator asked angrily when he saw the staff he assigned approaching from afar.

"Huh? I went to get them the explanatory materials for the exhibits."

The staff, "They said they couldn't understand...it's okay, this place is not within the scope of the exhibition hall, and the guards are guarding it diligently."

"Ho!"

The old curator and Aplus met their mean smiles, covered their chests angrily, and closed their eyes in pain.

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