Italian men do appreciate beautiful women. They’re not afraid of the beauty, which is nice.
History is the key to everything: politics, religion, even fashion.
I’m lucky, I can sleep from takeoff until we land; so I’m fresh, rested and ready to work on arrival.
I’m very serious; I don’t waste my earnings.
I rarely do masks because, if I have any extra time, I’d rather spend it with my friends than on myself.
I play a role in front of the cameras, just like in the movies.
I especially love French, Italian and Japanese cuisines.
I don’t think I ever had a swollen head: I remember where I come from.
I do pottery. I love it. It’s very relaxing; it takes me to another planet.
I also love horseback riding in New Jersey.
Yes, I was really good in physics and in math.
But for the time being, I’ve only learned one cake recipe and how to make scrambled eggs.
Nature has a way of taking care of things. If you have a certain figure you’ll go back to it. Breast feed and don’t worry about it.
Because beauty isn’t enough, there must be something more.
On my birthday, I was in Milan for the collections.
My mother’s a secretary; my father’s an electrician in a mining company.
But I regret not having liked history.
For me, it’s a compliment to be compared with Marilyn, the unforgettable actress, the most beautiful one of all. But, curves aside, we have very little in common.
Six months later I was in Paris. I was 16, and it all started to happen.
We are very isolated, far from boyfriends and friends, so we have to be strong, smart and very professional.
My dream is to have a beautiful old house in Monaco.