American Fortune Life
Chapter 301: Olivia Palermo
Andy and Ivana, accompanied by D Wendy, saw several more works by contemporary pioneer artists, bought Dan Cologne's masterpiece of gum, and Alex Islayers, a painting made up of light yellow, coffee and water green.
Andy's only abstract painting was by Christopher Wool, the artistic master, who seemed to dip the blue paint on the paper with a bristle brush, then fill it with white paint, and the details couldn't bear to look directly at it, but the whole thing gave people a comfortable feeling, making them uncontrollable to want to explore the painter's intentions and ideas to make the painting.
Ivana does have a great sense of contemporary art and is a truly passionate art collector.
“Honey, Wool's work seems messy, but it's actually the result of multiple steps, such as painting, scrubbing, covering, etc., and my favorite part of this painting is the hue that matches blue and white... ”
Andy smiled and patted his jade hand around his arm, looking at the beautiful face close by, not paying any attention to some guests who were also appreciating him, softly said: “Since you love me so much, I'll buy it for you. ”
His words to several guests, especially two young ladies, hundreds of thousands of paintings to give away, it's really generous, it's worth the youngest billionaire, if they knew that Andy was just trying to impress several women last year, it would cost them nearly 10 million to buy jewellery alone, wouldn't it be a jealous suicide?
Ivana smiled happily, her boyfriend was generous, she had a deep experience, she would never be stingy with the money spent on her, even if she was not short of money, but this cared for happiness was unparalleled.
After two more pictures, Ivana was dragged away by her girlfriends, and Andy laughed bitterly and began to admire herself with champagne, seeing D Wendy, not far away, happily talking to Jennifer Anniston's female stars.
Andy listened to Ivana say that D Wendy was very interested in Hollywood movies and was now trying to use her husband's influence to get into the movie business, and was also interested in the Heavenly Dynasty movie market and had established friendships with international chapters some time earlier.
Andy was still a little impressed with the D Wendy and the international chapter thing. After all, in previous life, because of some kind of Momen in the international chapter, a movie called Peach Fan that was supposed to work with D Wendy, he was relentlessly kicked out and replaced by Lee Bingbing, which kept the international chapter in his arms. Too bad she didn't have a backstage foreign boyfriend by then.
Honestly, without her vivi boyfriend, who has influence in the media, D Wendy would not have chosen to work with the international chapter, which is why after breaking up, the international chapter chose to go home and develop, saying what to recover, don't be ridiculous, without the backstage, not to mention that her ex-boyfriend was not very kind, Hollywood she couldn't go on.
Looking at a painting that was all painted with orange pigment, Andy Sensitive Five sensed a woman slowly approaching him who was a little hesitant in her footsteps. The perfume on the other side was good, the tone of Chanel No. 5, geranium mint, because Marilyn Monroe was famous for her classic quote.
“I only dreamed of wearing Chanel No. 5! ”
Andy and Monroe share a common sleeping habit at this point.
And the woman who walked behind Andy, Chanel's scent was still the first, aldehydic, jasmine, and a little bit of wet herb, he could guess that the other person was just getting here, because it was the first, and it wouldn't take long to spray.
Andy looked back at each other and had to be a little stunned.
“Hello, Mr. Smith. I'm a fan of yours. I'm sorry to bother you. Can I have your autograph? ”
Andy looked at the delicate skin on the woman's face in front of her, two large bars, serene, a lady's skirt, some shy smiling, a glittering light in her eyes with a hint of anticipation and nervousness.
“Sure. So where do I sign?” Andy recognises people, but now she doesn't have much fame and doesn't seem to be popular, but since people say she's a fan of books, she naturally can't wait, her face shows a slight smile, generous words.
“Thank you. Thank you so much. Here you go.” They were a little excited to take a copy of the Hunger Games and a pen out of their handbags.
“What's your name?” Andy took the book and the pen and started signing it with a low head and asked casually.
“Olivia Palermo,," Olivia was very excited, and she didn't expect Andy Smith to be so accessible.
“Well, thank you for liking my work. Here, sign it.” Andy's mouth curled and revealed a charming smile, closing the book and handing it back to Olivia.
Andy is still a little admirable for this college student who wants to squeeze into the upstream social circle of New York, looks a little bit like Paris, but is a bit prettier than Paris, but the five officials are a little tough, whether or not she forged her own home, in previous life she succeeded in becoming a celebrity, the new generation of street photography queens in New York, even if squeezed out by the circle of celebrities, earned a huge reward, and a man with a nice figure shows love all day long under the camera.
“Thank you, Mr. Smith. Do you like Impressionism, too?” Olivia gracefully put the book and pen back in her handbag, her beautiful face slightly red, looked at the painting on the wall and said.
“Oh, I don't know much about Impressionism.” Andy shrugged his shoulders, laughing softly, without the slightest hint of ignorance.
“You're very honest. I know a little bit about this. Mind if I introduce you?” Olivia took a deep, dark breath and said with a slight tremor.
“Sure, why not!” Andy had a funny look at Olivia's climb in front of him, and his eyes flashed a little, measuring each other up and down, about 170cm tall and long, but the peak of his chest was a hard wound, really very similar to Paris's, which is why the media compared her to Paris.
Wearing a dark blue coat with a black dress, a clear yarn over the chest, a pair of black high boots over the knee, long dark brown waves, very stylish, not to mention the future street shooting queen, able to squeeze out pictures of Paris' streets.
Olivia seemed really knowledgeable, or had done a lot of homework before, not only introducing a few paintings, but also saying her own understandings. She had a good mouth. Andy just stood there smiling and listened to her.