FEDERICO FELLINI : DIARY /5

He carries a rickety cardboard briefcase and rolls of paper under his arm, what else? Oh, yes, a wad of cotton coming from his ear.  I can see it in the makeup mirror as I continue to apply his beard.  I try four to five different shoes – each one more miserable than the last. “This one,” says Villaggio, and after having admired himself again for a long time, he turns to find me, nods with satisfied competence: “I like what I see”. We photograph him from every angle.