sinovels Chapter 14 Terrible Camera Sense
Chapter 14 Terrible Camera Sense
The photographer originally thought that Ivan, who had no shooting experience, would be overshadowed by Gal Gadot, who was a model.
He was still struggling with how to take pictures of the big boss's son so well that the big boss was staring at him like a tiger.
God, this is no easy task.
However, the moment Ivan walked out of the dressing room.
He couldn't help holding his breath.
"C'estgénial (Fantastic)!!!" he exclaimed.
The young man walking towards him was still between a boy and a man, with a hint of greenness in his brows.
But this greenness not only did not weaken his image, but became a bonus item!As an "angel" boy, he doesn't need much of the sense of maturity left by stepping into society.
A small amount of curly hair on his forehead was pinned to one side, forming a three to seven part bang.
Under the direct sunlight, the delicate eyebrows and eyes have withstood the test.
He was wearing a simple, low-key but high-end sky blue thin jacket, lined with a white shirt, and a pair of casual trousers with a simple design that perfectly highlighted his long legs.
"Wow!" Someone exclaimed.
"I only saw him on TV, but I didn't expect him to be so handsome in real life."
The photographer waved to Ivan excitedly.
"Hey, handsome boy, this way!"
Dressing up for women always takes time. Gal Gadot is still in the dressing room and hasn't come out yet.
So at the request of the photographer, Ai Wen first looked for the lens.
The photographer adjusted his camera while guiding Ivan's movements.
"Sit on the sofa over there, yes, in any position."
Because the shooting was a spring and summer theme, Ivan didn't wear much.
A gust of cold wind was blowing in front of him, and his eyes were inevitably a little dry, so he blinked subconsciously.
"Take your chin up a little bit. Look at the camera."
The photographer Benoit watched Aiwen's every move through the camera with a little excitement.
He paused, his movements were a little rusty, as if he was a little puzzled, his watery eyes were blurred and lingering, and when he heard the order from the voice in front of him, he deliberately opened his eyes wide, looking a little innocent, and looked straight at the camera.
It's like looking through the camera, looking at the photographer, and asking him silently:
are you calling me
hiss!
Benoit covered his heart.
Looking at Ivan in the camera, he couldn't help admiring.
marvelous!His camera sense is great!
It's like being born to eat this bowl of rice!
With Aiwen's ability and efficiency, today they can not only complete the poster shooting, but also take advantage of the feeling that they are shooting commercials.
Oh, what is his occupation?
referee!
It turned out to be a player!Talented player Evan DeWitt!
God, even though he also watched the game, at this moment he couldn't help but think that DeWitt really failed his face, his temperament and his damn natural sense of camera just by sweating on the court like this.
Sometimes, I really have to feel the magic of the Creator. His talent is far more than just playing football.The photographer Benoit bet that he had only seen this kind of person in books when he grew up.
The pride of heaven?God's favorite?
Benoit calmed down, got rid of the distracting thoughts that were screaming in his heart, and devoted himself to work seriously.
However, when he was about to continue asking Ai Wen to change his posture, he found that the other party seemed to have learned by himself.
Even if he didn't look at the camera at this time, but looked elsewhere, he seemed to know where the camera was, and unconsciously showed his best angle.
The temperament is full.
Benoit did not deliberately ask him to embody the feeling of "angel".
Therefore, he just casually leaned on the sofa, looking at one place, his eyes seemed to be out of focus, and seemed to be staring at him. A female staff member in the direction of his gaze couldn't help but blushed.
She knew that the other party was not looking at her, but at that moment, the other party put on this pose so casually and turned her face towards her, she felt captured.
He didn't smile, but pursed his lips slightly.
The dimples on her face were not exposed.
His aura is completely different from the one he just smiled and stood in front of the camera.
If it weren't for the childishness that still existed between the brows, they would have wondered if there were two people before and after.
Benoit was amazed.
His heart suddenly thumped wildly.
The gentle and polite him just now, the sweet smiling him, the innocent and lovable him, and the expressionless and aura-filled him now, which one is the real Evandevitt?
Benoit threw himself into the shoot eagerly and couldn't wait to dig more!
He really wants to see where the bottom line of this Englishman's talent is!
In just half an hour, they actually completed all the poster shooting.
Satisfied, Benoit took out the film and kept it carefully.
"What's going on, why hasn't the actor who played the child and his guardian come over?"
The irritable voice of the person in charge sounded behind them, interrupting them who were finishing the first stage.
As soon as he finished speaking, the phone rang.
"Hello? It's me. Where are you?"
"...What? Temporary fever can't come?"
The person in charge hung up the phone angrily, restraining his emotions as he worried that Gray was still by his side.
"What happened?" Gray put down the teacup unhurriedly.
The person in charge put a smile on his face and briefly told Gray the ins and outs in English.
It turned out that the actor who originally played the child in the commercial script fell ill temporarily, couldn't hold on, and was sent to the hospital.The other party's mother asked if they could change the time.
The incident happened suddenly, and the other party could only apologize guiltily.
But the other party is not a child star, and only occasionally guest starred in some dramas, the contract is not troublesome.
"There's no way around it," Gray said slowly, "Everyone is here, it's unrealistic to push back, and time doesn't allow it. Can you just find a child on the spot?"
"This..." The person in charge got stuck and looked up in embarrassment.
There are no big buildings around, but there is a public football field not far away, and many boys play there.
Gray followed his gaze and looked over there. Seeing the group of children kicking the ball enthusiastically, the hand holding the teacup paused.
After a while, she said, "Just find one from over there, as long as the age is right."
Although she has accepted her son to play football and told herself to support his decision to continue to engage in the football industry, seeing the half-grown boy playing football, she still feels dislike for the sport in her heart.
This will remind her of the cruel memories of Alvin playing football with enthusiasm, but in the end it ended in a terrible ending.
Aiwen walked up to her and smiled at her assistant: "I'm a little thirsty, can I have a drink?"
"Of course!" The assistant pushed his glasses, took out a new teacup for him neatly, and poured black tea with a moderate temperature.
Ivan thanked her, pulled the chair over, moved to Gray's side, and sat down.
He tasted it and blinked: "Mom, is this Keemun black tea?"
Gray was surprised. In her opinion, the son with poor cooking skills probably has a less sensitive sense of taste than ordinary people, and she has never seen him pay special attention to any food.
Don't care about food, don't care about clothes, only care about the ball, 11 people chasing like desperately, it looks stupid.
Thinking of this, her tone became bad again: "Yes, your grandmother and the Chinese in England bought it new, isn't it good?"
Aiwen's smile grew wider, sincere and bright: "It's very sweet, I like it."
Gray shot him a sideways look.
She didn't answer, just nodded.
sweet?
His gaze turned to the black tea in his hand, thoughtfully.
At this time, the door of Gal Gadot's dressing room next door opened.
Another protagonist of the advertisement appeared in front of everyone.