What can I say, Capri c’est Fini. As Hervé Vilard sang. The love story between Chiara Ferragni and Giovanni Tronchetti Provera seems to have arrived at the terminus. Then this trivial way of saying evokes images of buses lost in nothing of the suburbs, calls and shopping envelopes. Instead, we had been used to something else: the romantic meeting in August in Ibiza (Ca Va Sans Dire), luxurious holidays in St. Moritz, very large -scuffed exits in the enlarged and happy family (exists only in the romance) with her three children and her two. All beautiful, elegant, beard and blond hair, Jovanotti concert and Salone del Mobile. Alt. Salone del Mobile not received. Or at least only her, single. And then a roar was unleashed, eruptions of rumors in the Milan-very well. The young scion family starting with the mother Cecilia Pirelli and then continuing with branches of noble friends seems to be celebrating, establishing the good one (which we have no doubts is really good). Let’s imagine Gaudenti Trenini at the rhythm of “Meu Amigo Charlie Brown”, among the boiseries of the apartments furnished by Renzo Mongiardino and students, in perfect Cabana Magazine style (in the inevitable tragedy it is the grotesque).
The first to launch the grenade was the journalist Grazia Sambruna, who said he had received so many messages from the dearest friends on the end of the love relationship that something has really happened. “And they also exult! They begin to become too many because nothing happened, “he says.
Socials we waited for nothing more, let’s face it. They sparked instantly, of course taking sides in two factions, not even if we were at the Lazio-Rome derby: “Luckily he is stored, someone like him can choose whoever he wants”, “they do well to exult, after all that she has combined between pandori and failures”, “what a good news, thank goodness that the boy has saved himself”, “I was in the role of his mother I would also celebrate”. How fierce resentment, how much cruelty. It wasn’t even a plague of Egypt or Snow White Witch. Yet from the beginning, the Tronchetti family- Provera (or as Cesare Romiti said, will try) had never heard it similar. Too much media exposure, too much advertising, the covers of the weeklies, a love crawled everywhere is inevitable. For Chiara that was his rebirth, for him perhaps something unexpected. While in the background unfortunately there were no green mountains of the Engadine, but the judges. Yet on social networks Ferragni is still defended in the sword, Giovanna D’Arco delle Betray, misunderstood heroine, stabbing entrepreneur behind him: “clear force”, “still decide the mothers, alas”, “better for you if the story is over, you let go of a succubus son of a intrusive parent”, “what life Vania, as long as you are at the height of the success. This had already said Ennio Flaiano, the assault on the winner’s chariot is an Italian vice. But here we are in front of a thinner class struggle. As Edoardo Albinati writes, without doubt the Italian writer who better told the bourgeoisie today: «Bad sign when the heart warms up the heart. I prefer it cold, sensible, arid, as is convenient ». And here it is, sensible and arid, to rejoice in having taken away from the imminent Easter parties (then there are also the two bridges, let’s not forget) in the country houses, all Golden Retriever and Friuli, that foreign body on black leather boots. She who proudly showed her marble floors, as she might think of competing with those inserted with salt plunted with soft ancient rugs, those immense bookstores with the entire Adelphi catalog (mostly cottonmed for years), the slightly faded peonies vessels, the services of spared tea affixed. Yet every action has a consequence (and we don’t say it, but The Last of Uslast series, as well as Buddha for two thousand years) and also rejoicing for the end of a love, for the umpteenth fall of Ferragni, my lady, hurts karma.
