Peninsula 2017: Is the system living in the past?

Yeah?

Zhao Enjing was startled by the sound.

She looked in surprise at the strange man who followed Park Ji-yeon in.

I don't know what's going on with this person, but that Park Hyo-min would greet him like that when they meet.

Out of her professional habit as a designer, she quickly glanced at Jiang Xingchen's outfit.

A light-washed, distressed blue denim jacket paired with an oatmeal-colored solid-color T-shirt.

She paired the outfit with cropped dark khaki straight-leg twill pants and retro chunky sneakers.

Thin-rimmed metal glasses hung from her collar.

It's a pretty good outfit.

She has a good sense of aesthetics.

She silently made a comment in her mind before turning her attention back to the group, looking at them with interest.

The scene before me is quite interesting.

"Ji-yeon, is the important thing you mentioned related to him?"

Park Hyomin did not respond to Jiang Xingchen's greeting, but instead looked at Park Jiyeon and asked her directly.

It's as if if it's related to him, then there's no need to say anything more.

"Unnie, I was thinking of introducing Consultant Kang to you a couple of days ago."

Upon seeing this, Park Jiyeon blinked twice quickly, then ran over to Park Hyomin with a smile and took her arm.

I started delivering the lines I had prepared beforehand.

"I've just been busy practicing a new dance these past few days and forgot about it."

"I never expected him to come directly to you!"

"Did I scare you, unnie?"

Park Hyo-min's gaze gradually sharpened as Park Ji-yeon spoke.

She looked Jiang Xingchen up and down.

"Consultant Jiang?"

"Jiang Xingchen, Park Hyomin-ssi, you can also call me by my name directly."

Faced with this scrutinizing gaze, Jiang Xingchen smiled faintly and introduced herself.

"I was a bit presumptuous in the parking lot of Dongdaemun Design Plaza the night before last. I sincerely apologize to Park Hyo-min here. Thank you."

"No need for an apology. I'm more concerned about Jiang Xingchen's purpose in coming here today," Park Hyomin stared at Jiang Xingchen warily, glancing at Park Jiyeon standing beside her, "and your purpose in approaching Jiyeon."

"Ji-yeon is naive and easily fooled by flowery words."

"But I am not."

As she spoke, she turned to look at Park Jiyeon, her tone becoming much more serious, "I'm not trying to be mean, but even if you're anxious about future arrangements, you don't need to hire someone like this, do you?"

"Unnie, that's not how it is..."

Park Jiyeon opened her mouth to explain.

However, after seeing Jiang Xingchen raise her hand, she swallowed the rest of her words.

"Kenchana, Park Hyomin-ssi's vigilance is justified."

"At a venue like Seoul Fashion Week, someone wearing a generic white T-shirt and carrying a plastic bag definitely looks like a con artist."

"It's my problem."

As he spoke, he took a tablet computer out of his tote bag.

That's right. In order to meet Park Hyomin, he not only changed himself from head to toe, but also retired the backpack that had been with him for who knows how long.

"I came here today for one reason: to apologize to Park Hyo-min."

"Secondly, it's to continue our discussion about your style of dressing for this fashion week."

"After all, from what I see now, you seem to be considering my suggestion?"

Suggest?

Zhao Enjing, who was listening in and watching the fun, raised an eyebrow and her gaze fell on the polka-dot dress on the table next to her.

It seems I've figured something out.

After thinking about it, he realized that this was his own territory, and as the host, he should also maintain his own style.

He then smoothed things over and invited the group to sit down and talk.

She went to the water bar to pour a glass of water for the two of them.

"Ne, Kangsahamida."

Jiang Xingchen politely said thank you.

Then, he flipped the unlocked tablet over and presented it to Park Hyo-min.

Park Hyo-min initially wanted to look away, but her gaze stopped the moment she glanced at the tablet screen.

2018-202X: Y2K Retro-Futurism and the Renaissance of Neo-Retro

"What is this?" Out of her fashion sense, she instinctively took the tablet.

"Some thoughts about that polka dot dress."

"idea?"

"In this era of information overload, 'perfection' is actually a very boring thing."

Jiang Xingchen reached out and swiped the screen on the tablet to the next page.

An emotion board.

The images on the screen are some photos filled with film grain and even out of focus.

Low-rise jeans, crop top, and retro narrow-framed sunglasses.

And then there's the black and white polka dot dress that he's been heavily promoting.

The colors and lighting are just right.

The girl in the picture didn't put on airs at all; she just sat casually by the roadside.

Eating ice cream.

Or perhaps she's casually fixing her hair in front of the camera.

"Jiang Xingchen, is she also a designer?"

Zhao Enjing, who had gone to get water, returned at some point, her eyes sparkling as she stared at the tablet.

So much so that the water cups in both hands were forgotten.

She leaned down slightly, looking at the people in the picture.

"Ani is just someone who has a bit of experience with fashion."

"What do you call this?"

"Newtro".

"I don't think I've heard of it before?"

"New Retro, my interpretation is to redefine retro and nostalgia with modernity."

Jiang Xingchen pointed to the concept art on the screen, "It's not simply about digging out old clothes to wear, but about using current aesthetics to reconstruct the vitality of the millennium."

The explanation is very simple, so it's easy to understand.

Having understood, Zhao Enjing looked at him excitedly, "You've come up with such an interesting concept, and you're still not a designer?"

"I said no."

[Should I leave?]

Park Hyo-min, who was inexplicably caught in the middle and used as a tablet stand, felt two black lines appear on her forehead.

If I'm not mistaken.

Isn't she the main character right now?

Park Jiyeon, who had noticed this long ago, quietly turned her head to the side, and couldn't help but smile.

After a few seconds, he turned around and interrupted their conversation.

"Eunkyung unnie, I'm a little thirsty, some water..."

"Oh my... Mianhe!"

It wasn't until this moment that Zhao Enjing realized this, and she handed the water glass to Jiang Xingchen and Park Jiyeon with a face full of apology.

Then he pulled out a chair and sat down next to Park Hyomin.

She naturally slid to the next page, wanting to see what other surprises awaited her.

It's just to clarify things.

Therefore, this proposal was made very simply.

It's only a few pages long.

As Cho Eun-kyung swiped, the main character made her appearance.

This is a look he designed for Fashion Week.

The main element is that black and white polka dot dress.

Pair it with a distressed, oversized leather jacket.

There are two shoe options: lightweight canvas shoes and pointed-toe stilettos.

We'll see what style Park Hyomin wants to present at the time and then decide.

Other accessories included frameless sunglasses and a vintage film camera.

Next to the picture is a sentence: Less is more.

Park Hyo-min stared at just one picture and one sentence for a long time.

It was at this moment that Jiang Xingchen spoke again.

"A true fashion icon is never someone who wears clothes, but someone who wears clothes."

"Hyomin used to be very confident and relaxed in this regard."

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