(Baldissero Torinese, Carlos and Mayra's house) - So, Prince, here is the
site I was telling you about. - Read, Carlos. - “A photo book is the key to a
model’s professional success. A well-made portfolio must include different
types of shots, which obviously affect the costs of a photo
shoot: close-ups, half-length portraits, full-body photography and photos
with various outfits.” - Yes, I took that for
granted. But the prices? - It depends, Prince: it goes
from six hundred thousand lire for close-ups to eight hundred thousand for
full-body photos. And then there are price increases for outfit changes. - Would be? - Changes of clothes and scenery. - Sure, it costs more because you
have to adjust the lights. But can't we take the photos
ourselves? You can't imagine how much this bothers me. - No, Prince, if you want a
professional result you have to go to a real photographer. The best are in
Milan. You have to have a portfolio made, that's what it's called. - All right, let's go to
Milan. Tell me the name of a random photographer, the first one you find
on the site. - Gianni Gandolfini, via Ludovico
Cavaleri 42. Do I give you the number? - Yes, thank you: I'll make an
appointment and go as soon as possible, so I can get it off my mind. Can
you keep Bella for me for a day? - Sure, you know she gets along
very well with Mayra. But you're feeling down, Prince. - Of course: I'm already short of
money and I have to spend more in the hope of earning something with a job that
sucks. - You will only do it if you feel
like it. I hear Mayra made coffee: let's go to the kitchen and get a cup. - With the cookies she made? - Yes, with cookies. - Then gladly. … - Pout at me, pout at me… like
this… More, stick out those lips! - But this makes me look like an
idiot. - Honey, anything but an idiot:
you give me all kinds of ideas, but not that one, believe me. But did you
get fillers in those lips? - What? - Fillers. Have you inflated them
with hyaluronic acid? - No, they are already swollen
enough. I practically have a woman's mouth. - You have the sexiest mouth I've
ever seen since Mick Jagger. Head back, let your hair fall, like this,
good… feel the wind in your hair… - It's a fan. - It's the wind, love, it's the
wind that ruffles your hair as you cling to the tree and try to climb the
Sforza Castle. - But only an idiot would try to
scale a castle by climbing a tree! - People believe what they see,
and here they see a medieval knight, a tree and a castle. You have an
outfit that is out of this world, including the armor, so you can climb all the
castles you want. Even the hair is perfect, we solved the problem of
length with extensions: they are absolutely natural, you can shake them as much
as you want. Trust me, you have to grow it. - I already had long hair, but
then I cut it. - Grow it again! Your body type
calls for long hair: an angel face on a male body, a stunning
androgynous. Shake it, throw it in your face, let it fall in a mess: you
are very sensual like this. You need to work out a bit for your abs,
though: fashion houses want turtles. - Turtles? - That's what they're called,
honey. Now, cling to the tree, like this… perfect… rub yourself sensually…
More, as if you wanted to make the tree trunk your own, as if it were your
woman… Or your man? - Preferably woman. - Preferably: this leaves all
doors open. You look gorgeous, now throw your head back and don't
smile. You have to look pissed off, remember that you're climbing the
castle. - Am I climbing the castle or am
I fucking the tree? - Both. - Okay, I'm a lunatic: I just had
to know that. - Don't talk all the time, you
ruin my best shots! Look at me like you hate me, like you want to whip
me!!!... Perfect... like this. Now enough with the Middle Ages: take
everything off and lie down in the grass. - But here, in Sempione Park,
with people passing by? - People will love the sight of
you, believe me. - Do I take off my armor and
costume and stay in a T-shirt and jeans? - I said everything. Everything
except the panties, otherwise they'll arrest us. - No, come on, please… - Don't argue, let me do my job:
you chose one of the most famous photographers in Milan, you don't expect to
teach me my job. - I would never dare. - You have a lot of
possibilities, boy: with your body you will certainly be a model for underwear,
so your book must absolutely include this type of shots. Change over
there, behind the screen. Oh good, I see you put on your tight black
panties: those boxers with the ducks you had before were absolutely out of
place. Now go down to the grass. - To the grass? But there must be
syringes! - Check carefully and then lie
down. Now stand up on one elbow and stare into space. Don't have any
expression, you just have to offer yourself to the looks... Good, like this... - Are we done? - No: we still do some with a
completely different outfit, like Steampunk. - What would that be? - A particular style, a kind of
science fiction set in the nineteenth century where the most advanced
technology is powered by steam power. Basically you dress in
nineteenth-century style, but with anachronistic technological accessories. - Interesting. - So go and put on a shirt, a
waistcoat, a jacket with a velvet collar, a silk tie, and hang a few of those
gadgets around your neck; there are binoculars, medallions, glasses with
an elastic band at the back, pressure gauges, watches, you see: it's all
completely useless stuff, it's just for show. Oh, here you also need a
moustache: you'll find it in the make-up bag. - A moustache? - Yes, it's the 1800s. And take
off the extensions, hair is short. - Okay… … - Here's your book, boy: we
agreed on nine hundred thousand lire, but I'll give you a little discount
because I really enjoyed working with you. Let's make it eight hundred and
fifty. - Thank you, Mr. Gandolfini: is
it okay if I pay in cash? - Very good. But call me
informally, I'm not that old: my name is Gianni. - Okay, Gianni. - The photos are spectacular, you
have to admit. - Yes, they are very beautiful. - You have a future as a model,
Emmanuel: you're a little shy, but you take the light like few others and when
you let yourself go you're an exaggerated thing, sexy as hell. You have
extraordinary physical means. If you want, I can take some more free
photos of you en déshabillé: in the little room next door there's a bed with
the right lights. - En déshabillé, would it be
naked? - Yes, darling: we certainly
couldn't do them in the centre of Milan, with all the passers-by watching. - But what do I do with photos
where I'm naked? I can't send them to fashion houses. - Well, not exactly naked: let's
say you'd put a little hand in the right place. - No, thanks, Gianni: I sincerely
appreciate the intention, but I think it's better to avoid it. - As you wish. Anyway, these
photos are a great launch, believe me: we will see you very soon on the covers
of fashion magazines. - No, I have no intention of
making a career in that field. - But how? Then why did you come
to me in Milan and spend all this money? - Because I want to work a little
for some fashion house, but only occasionally. Let's say in my spare time. - We're not there, darling... You
were born for this career. - Thanks, Gianni, I'm not
interested in working as a fashion model. - You're wasting a great talent
and a unique earning opportunity: you can make it big in this field. I see
a lot of people pass through this studio, but they're mostly pretty ordinary
people trying to seem special: you, on the other hand, are truly special. - I don't think I deserve this
compliment, but in any case I don't want to break through... or be broken
through. Thanks for your work, I had a lot of fun taking these photos with
you. - Nice to meet you: come back and
visit me whenever you want, I'll always be there for you. - If I need more photos I will
certainly come to you. - See you soon! … - Carlos? I'll be back in an hour
and a half, thank Mayra for keeping Bella. Yes, I'm coming to your place
for dinner, thank you. It went well, but it's funny. Yes, I'll tell
you later. See you in a bit!