Whispers, rustling.
In the air, there was a faint buzz of murmuring conversations, occasionally mixed with some bursts of laughter. It wasn't too loud or overwhelming, but after a long period of high-frequency, intense energy, the atmosphere had quieted down. A lazy, relaxed mood began to spread, as if the audience was finally starting to enjoy the award ceremony, gearing up for the true climax of the second half.
At that moment, the final guest of the first half walked down the red carpet.
The crowd's reaction was somewhat delayed, as no immediate cheers or noise erupted. They casually shifted their gaze toward the red carpet, searching for the figure.
However—
There were no screams, no cheers, no whistles, and no applause.
Quite the opposite, the audience at the red carpet entrance fell silent. One by one, they stared wide-eyed, holding their breath, as if someone had hit the pause button. The tension and chatter floating in the air gradually settled down—
The world grew quieter, bit by bit.
Even the golden sunlight, swirling in the air, seemed to slow down. Its bright, intense rays softened, gently outlining the tall and striking figure standing before them, carefully tracing the sharp, elegant lines of his face.
As if afraid of disturbing time itself.
Everything slowly returned to calm, and time seemed to come to a halt.
No exclamations, no discussions—there wasn't a single sound.
The reporters and guests in the back finally noticed something unusual in the front, their gazes gathering one after another, rippling out like a quiet wave.
The laziness, the relaxation, all of it allowed the tension in their nerves to fully unwind. In that moment, they forgot how to brace themselves, didn't even register the shock, and found themselves unknowingly swept up—
Trapped in time, floating and wandering, forgetting everything.
It was...
A blue suit.
Not a deep, understated navy blue, nor a vibrant peacock blue, but a fresh and natural baby blue. Like a refreshing and bright breeze sweeping over a cerulean lake, it cut through the vibrant, bold red carpet, dispelling the afternoon heat and sleepiness, slipping into the cool air and opening up the horizon.
Clear, vivid, with a beauty that invigorates the soul.
In that instant, every gaze locked onto him—
Anson Wood.
Indeed, it was Anson, undoubtedly one of the biggest highlights of tonight's Golden Globe Awards.
Everyone expected Anson to appear in the second half, competing with stars like Leonardo DiCaprio and Brad Pitt. No one anticipated that Anson would make his entrance as the last guest of the first half, taking the red carpet by storm with an overwhelming presence.
One appearance—worth more than a thousand words.
Extraordinary!
Among the endless sea of black suits worn by the men at the awards ceremony, even white suits were rare. The classic black-and-white combinations had long lost their novelty, so much so that people tended to filter out male appearances on the red carpet. But this scene, without a doubt, was extraordinary.
In 2003, it was even revolutionary.
This was a first.
Like a spring breeze, gently brushing against the face, it brought a hint of spring to January in the Northern Hemisphere, particularly in Los Angeles, which had been dry for over three months and was facing potential wildfire threats. The feeling was as refreshing as spring rain, an indescribable sensation.
However, if it were only the color, critics would likely dismiss it as "attention-seeking" or "trying too hard."
Especially because it was Anson.
Idol. Pretty face. Empty shell. Labels like these tend to pack a punch in situations like this.
The insults, unimaginable.
If the reporters could anticipate this, surely Anson's team could as well?
Obviously, the suit wasn't just about the color. It was far more.
The double-breasted shawl collar design revived the elegance and vigor of French youth from the 1980s. The streamlined cut brought a youthful energy to the retro style, creating a subtle rebellion beneath the formal, grand, and noble double-breasted suit.
The front half of the shawl collar matched the suit's color, while the back of the collar was an inky black, echoing the black shirt underneath. Topping it off with a black bow tie tied in a Prince Albert knot, one could notice the sharp tips of the shirt collar peeking out.
Elegant yet energetic, romantic yet dashing.
But was that all?
Probably not, because the visual effect was still entirely distinct, easily setting him apart from the other men in suits.
Was it just the color? Just the pairing?
Until—
"Proportions."
Cindy finally gave the correct answer. Though Glamour magazine was often dismissed by professional fashion outlets, Cindy had her own expertise.
"Clearly, this double-breasted suit isn't from Armani. Typically, double-breasted suits drape over the hips, giving a slightly larger, more formal appearance. But that also makes the wearer's proportions look terrible, with the upper body appearing longer than the lower body."
"We've become used to such suits, never thinking they were off. But Anson Wood's sudden appearance showed us a man's waist and legs, revealing proper proportions. This is revolutionary for the fashion world, a total game-changer."
"Today, Anson took it a step further, cutting off the bottom of the double-breasted suit. The jacket ends just between the waist and hips. Additionally, the suit is tailored to fit his body perfectly, hugging his form. Any larger movement might tear the fabric, but the custom fit showcases Anson's tall frame and ideal proportions."
"The aura is entirely different."
"It's not just elegance; it's youthful energy, as if shedding the burdens of heavy winter clothing and becoming light and free."
Details.
It's precisely these seemingly minor details that create an aura, a feeling, an impact. And on Anson, they all come together.
A chemical reaction—boom!
From color to fit, from design to pairing, everything came together, completing the final puzzle when Anson wore it.
And just like that—stunning.
Countless thoughts swirled in the air, a mixture of admiration and expletives, difficult to separate. The immediate response was confusion and awe, leaving them speechless and unable to think. The red carpet outside the Hollywood Hilton Hotel fell into complete silence.
Not a sound.
From the extreme noise, heat, and excitement to utter silence, the sharp contrast became the most baffling and eye-catching moment of the 60th Golden Globe Awards.
No one could resist. No one!