During a photo session, in between shots, I keep taking backstage pictures even if I haven't been asked to do so. After all it's still better than what happened on my last session in France where - in order to mingle with the kids - I played football with them, risking to see my leg turned into a bagpipe.
I definitely like to take photos of children when they are having a break, I like to look at them off the set and take pictures while they are in "their own world".And this is what happens.
I definitely like to take photos of children when they are having a break, I like to look at them off the set and take pictures while they are in "their own world".And this is what happens.
Someone plays with my hairy assistant, trying to make him eat my nose.
Others, like Ginevra, roll up on the couch, trying to make me smell their feet while I use one hand to tickle them and the other to take photos (a juggling course would definitely help).
Some of them run around me yelling unintelligible things, probably thinking that I am deaf (which, in part, might actually be true).
Then there is Stefano who - even if I have finished taking pictures of him at 11.30 in the morning - prefers to hang around the studio until 2 pm because he knows that it's worth it. He will be able to meet his favorite female models and take photos with them: he might still be a kid but he already knows what he likes.
Back to Ginevra who can't stand it anymore, decides to take revenge and starts to chase me with her own camera.
Actually I heard that a balaclava hat firm is looking for new faces and a few pictures of me might turn handy (alright, this was a subtle one).
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