…where everyone in the town is on their phone or a kindle or an ipad and is working on their laptop or listening to their ipod with their huge Bose headphones and Bluetooths - and then there’s Belle, dressed perhaps a little too hipster for this modern town - the only one reading a real book.
She walks past the Panera bread, where the baker is making his fresh banquettes, and enters a small, clearly failing used book store…which is right next store to the positively thriving Apple store.
As the town sings, tweets, and instagrams about this odd girl’s outdated form of entertainment, she plops down in front of a Starbucks with her book, choosing to drink out of a ceramic mug instead of the classic cardboard cups as everyone else.
Enter Gaston, the vision of modern male perfection, a dashing, if clearly pompous and arrogant photographer hunting the hottest models for his shoots, which are as outrageous and over the top as he is (considering Victoria’s Secret models wearing black wings, vampire fangs, and doused in unnecessary amounts of fake blood - the “fallen angels”, if you will). His assistant, Lefou, effortlessly balances his boss’s equipment, cell phone, coffee, and ipad while all around them, girls clamor for a selfie with Gaston. But even as he throws out a melt-worthy smile for one snapchat after another, Gaston’s zoom lens is focused across the town on Belle, reading her book and sipping her coffee, completely oblivious to his intentionally tight fitting black tee and his perfectly formed, leather clad ass.