Do you know who I’m talking about when I say Winston Wolfe? If yes, keep reading, if not, stop. Open an account on a streaming platform or go to the video store and rent the Pulp Fiction tape.
Now that you have reviewed the second film by Quentin Tarantino, you know our man: Winston Wolfe. Exactly, the man you found when you open this website. The man who rings the bell and appears saying that he solves problems. That senseless artist who does his job with style and is a model of efficiency under pressure. The man who has the tools to solve the mess of Jules and Vincent.
That’s my job: to be Winston Wolfe, solving problems. Is it an image problem? Change it and improve it, or create a new one. Is it a visibility problem? Let’s make it visible on the network, on all screens. In photos? Too. In videos? As well.
What if Jules and Vincent had come here to ask for help? Perhaps the type of work they need is not what I would like to offer, but if one day they write to me, before saying no, I will study the problem first. Maybe they want me to accompany Mrs. Mia Wallace for dinner.