In every TPW course there are assistants helping the teacher and the classmates.
These assistants are the backbone: they know everything about organization, places, timetables and they make a TPW workshop a pleasant and profitable one.
Here are some pictures of our assistants, Linda and Lucia.
Another amazing movie by Wolfgang.
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Here I am again with a nice work by Fabrizio.
Bob loves multimedia: so the TPW guys follow him!
Hope to see more works from you all.
Dear all, this is the last post about you.
Next posts will be about some pictures I took at TPW.
So, thank you all for this amazing experience: hope to hear from you soon!
This is the last post about my classmates.
I’d like to end with two girls: Manuela and Priscilla.
I loved the picture story shot by Priscilla: above all, the “dancing shadow” and the weird gestures of the actors (?).
I loved Manuela’s mildness and her will to stop working in a office and to make a twist in her life: become a photographer…
I need the same twist (and strength)!!!
Here some pictures…
Manuela and Priscilla outside a bar in Pienza.
Night of the final show: what a smile!
Now I want to talk about two guys from Italy, Fabrizio and Kim.
They’re from Rome: this is enough to describe them!
They’re often late for the afternoon critique but they’re so nice guys (also some pictures they shot) that nobody wanted to rebuke them, even Bob.
They’re talking about girls all the time: every girl in TPW seemed to be fine and worthy of interest!
I envy Kim for his age: he’s only 20 and he’s a lot of time to experiment and find his own way as photographer!
Here some pictures
Night of the final show (part 1): “De che ahò…”
Night of the final show (part 2): Kim has been surrounded by fine girls!
Fabrizio talking to the “model” of his picture story in a bar in Pienza.
After a break with reflections, another fine guy from TPW: Wolfgang.
It’s a swiss guy, who took some fine pictures of a piano player, and created a warm and intimate story.
I stress his swiss birth because I was rude with him at a dinner in TPW monastery (another consequence of drinking too wine?): he was a gentleman, only a smile.
So, I became his personal waiter in order to make him forgive my behaviour (with insufficent result, I think :-)).
Here some photos…
At work, before the afternoon critique.
Final show night: the same problem for all of us, wine!