Blaise Pascal, mathematician and philosopher, suggested to bet on the existence of God because the possibility of an eternal life in heaven would have been a much bigger gain than the simple loss of time worshipping something that doesn’t exist over lifetime.
My bet was similar: the maximum on the Goddess within me – it’s totally Buddhist, even though I got over the everyday practice. Surviving Monaco for three months in summer, going always out and about both for partying and networking is exhausting and absolutely impossible to do if: a) you’re not on your twenties; b) you are in your twenties but you have not enough energy – in my high and picky parameters; c) you’re engaged – if you are, better to go on a desolate island in any case. I lived my age and this unique moment in my life at best.
Thank you to the old and new friends, to the brief acquaintances – everything forges a mind and nothing happens by case – and especially to my family and to my professor who gave me trust betting on this too.
I won the bet.
I’m safe and sound, with the thesis ready, a clear mind for new projects and studies, an enormous network.
And most of all, I’m happy to be back to real life!
Take out the mandates and give me more fiches!
I didn’t want to write on this ambitious, senseless/meaningful corner until I was back to the peninsula Italiana as I was pretty busy writing the much more meaningful and revolutionary thesis – did you know that Nietzsche wrote his “So spoke Zarathustra” in Eze? – and much also starting a personal TOP SECRET romance while reading some Russian writers and ending Jordan Belfort’s “The wolf of Wall Street”. Ending it before starting to deep into the very life of the place left alone by the parents was seriously enlightening. In fact, this post bears an expression of the Wolf. Friends, followers and owers friends my life is supposed to be back to normal – which means 3 meals in regular times and some text messages as from the secret contract of parenthood – my extremely amazing stunning fantagenitori…. I wanted to share publicly what I learnt in this depraved (thanks JB again) place while flying free here and there without even a car – in fact I am walking home right now after a fast drive in the Mediterranean Sea. It is a matter of survival: distinguish the Wolf, the aspiring Wolf, the Hopeless, the Miserable. There’s a Normal category but it depends by your points of view and in mine whoever lives here or even attend here cannot be considered like that. In fact, like in Pareto’s law, the few that makes it are automatically geniuses and differently from the original Wolf they don’t even need to abuse drugs – this is heaven, if you consider Crystal and Dom Perignon something hurtful giving addiction and of what you can abuse, so yeah probably you might want to be in the place. Actually it’s considered disgusting drinking and be out of control, business and reputation are the very core here. If you show up and tell bullshits, you fuck visibly around and you get drunk very often (or the 3 together) and you ask too many questions or you give too many details about your life you’ll go automatically from aspiring or hopeless to miserable. Here’s competitive, you can achieve great results and/or money to live well off easily – as easy is to lose everything as well. The same with marriages. I actually received some proposals on both kind of works – pro and household – as it is fashion. But actually, is it that worth? To that I answer – YES. Life is a surprise, life deserve not to be about continuous complain as it is in all the rest of the world! Work, taxes, politics, scandals and money, family, problems, school, anger, tiresome and ENVY against whoever makes it and complaints against the home nation and how it would be great to live elsewhere. I had to experience it and make great home fights to experience and truly understand. Parents are dumb of course, appearance is about many miserables and escorts – but it’s not the whole vision, it is just a part of it to be aware of. And to be aware of, you have to survive those kind of depravity. As it is to survive envious boring normal average people. Excuses to my friends, followers, relatives, grandma: you call me crazy and don’t take advantage of my generosity in inviting you to experience so here’s my confession. Your normality is probably my killer and my saver. Life is more positivity than negativity and the latter must be overthrown – so overthrow your conceptions and live smartly! Because heaven cannot be joined easily – there’s still to resist temptation… And wherever temptation is abundant is much more interesting 😉
I am sorry I wasn’t quick to add my vision during the period as I didn’t find a minute – contrary to what I expected as I figured out staying calm at the beach. It was the first year I could enjoy the GP as an adult: last year I was in Belgium, the other ones between high school, engagement and the willing to get rid of my parents for a few beautiful days I probably avoided or I don’t remember by now because I was too young and excluded to the very social life I am doing now. This year I was looking forward breathing the atmosphere by night, and contrarily from the Master Series week I couldn’t care less of watching cars riding not so fast on a circuit I use to do hundreds of time per year – fast as well – from a single spot. Live tennis makes you see the speed and the match closely, you suffer for every point… F1’s not the same. But in Monte Carlo, while during the tournament the coolest thing is going to the Country Club – of course there are events, but they are “slightly above above the already right average” – for the GP there’s a boom. This year people had the choice of going to dance at the Vip Room (opened for the occasion under the Zelo’s, above the Grimaldi forum), Twiga (opened by Briatore on Thursday the 22nd) , Billionaire (every year Briatore gets a huge space in Fairmont hotel), the bars on the port full of animations (I find them always to crowded and noisy)… Plus as usual Jimmy’z (Bob Sinclair was there again the 25th), Sass, Buddah Bar, Sunset (beach parties at Meridien), Sea Lounge…. I am sure I forgot something, may someone help? As usual is ironical because everything is different over this weekend, starting from the prices that miraculously bumps to the stars. I had a panic attack in Billionaire last Friday while Naomi Campbell and Leonardo Di Caprio were celebrating the model’s birthday in the upper space with bodyguards and thousands of people were glued drunk on the dance floor. It can happen to me, I hate being too much surrounded by sweat massed people on a general heat… Suddenly I feel like I’m short on breaths, I feel very nervous and confused. Then I must run out of the mob. Luckily I was saved by a couch, with some vodka in a near table!! I went out shoeless…
You gotta be very drunk to bear that, or get a separated table. What’s the point in spending 5000€ for a bottle otherwise? Actually, I think it’s pretty stupid… Unless you wanna pay a demonstration of how hell should be – vicious and attractive people are all in in fact. The next day I re-fell in but fortunately I had a delicious dinner at Beefbar and had some champagne at casino while looking at a real blackjack lesson – I gave up playing the roulette, now I prefer to watch others.
Cutting all the details – my tendency of fulfilling every minute of my life – the next day I even managed to see the race from a friend’s terrace! It was a party more then a vision, and afterwards I joined other friends at a beach party in sunset to finally go back exhausted in Buddah bat where I literally fell asleep on a friend’s shoulder ( I had been walking at least 10km plus the 8 floors by feet all over the day) … With a coffee we even managed to go to Vip Room.
It was EXHAUSTING, truly (and I don’t get exhausted easily); if such crazy weekends were to be established the world could stop spinning. Luckily normal periods are calmer 😉 Anyway it’s worth trying and I’d replay everything! I just suggest not to go there for the GP if you want just visit your first time because it is HELL driving and it’s so difficult to have a proper conversation anybody…!!! How the second littler independent town of the world with it’s 2km2 area can get that coveted and actually fill that amount of people partying and spending excessively? The littlest is the Vatican, I guess in little dimensions are cradles….
I hope I gave you an idea of the true reasons of why people is so excited about it and forget going to Cannes for the festival as in comparison it’s “cheap” (I wish I was there the week before, never mind…)
I’ll never insert a full guide of the places but for any information I am glad to help you in case you want details!
Pendant la semaine passée la principauté été obsédée avec le tennis et les top marques, c’est à dire le niveau plus haut en matière de voitures, vélivoles, bateaux, joyaux. J’ai reçu une invitation à la dernière minute et malheureusement après la soirée au Jimmy’z ou jouée Bob Sinclar, la levée à 14h, le repas de Pâques en regardant la finale du tournoi et la longue promenade que j’ai fait j’ai pu y passer seulement 2 heures avant d’être jetée dehors. J’ai passée pas mal de temps à rigoler avec les ingénieurs du WoKart – une “Ferrari” aquatique – et seulement après je suis montée à l’étage ou il y avait les voitures – le type de la sécurité ne voulais même pas me faire passer car c’était en fermeture, alors j’ai plantée une histoire sur ma famille qui travaillait la bas -. Je ne pensais pas de pouvoir été surprise davantage, voix du couloir disaient que la plupart de voitures étaient dehors et ça ne valait pas trop la peine, c’était une simple expo – c’est vrais qu’à moins d’avoir un intérêt particulier ou une invitation valais bien se renseigner, car le ticket pour l’entrée coûtait 50€… – mais en le savant j’aurais bien investi quand même pour y rentrer – puis je suis chanceuse donc 😉 – . Peut être que ma vision a été faussée du fait que il y avait plein de russes et qu’il ce sont adressés à moi dans leurs langue et je kiffais de pouvoir faire un peu de pratique en jouant sur le fait qu’ils avaient peine à croire que j’étais italienne soit esthétiquement soit au niveau linguistique. Je ne peut pas dire de m’être arrêtée a regarder le voitures et pouvoir donc en parler; j’ai une vision générale sublime de délices hors de prix, quelque photos sympathiques sur quelqu’une d’entre eux et voilà. Cette Pâque à été une des meilleures – et j’ai même ratée la Messe.
Была здоровья неделю в Монаке… С Rolex Master Series, Top Marques, Bob Sinclar хорошая время и была счастливая поэтому что я еще там встречалась много русских людей. Спасибо, очень приятно! Лучшие вещи в лазурной Ривьере, золотая жизнь :*
Me voilà constricted at the traditional Easter with my parents in this little glamorous town… Where else to go? I always step in the choice of being with them or not, and I still behave like the little child. Basically because there aren’t better parents in the world (mum and dad I know you’re reading); but even because owning a house in French Riviera means being constantly aware of the hottest events all over the year, and what’s the point of running around the world if the world constantly comes to you?
In this Easter week the event is the tennis tournament Master Series. It’s a coincidence, normally it falls before Easter and we had to come especially for this or to miss it. Then school, university, Erasmus where constrictive…
When I was playing tennis I was soo addicted….to players. Just kidding, I really loved playing and I actually did it for 10 years in competion, then I had to stop (health accident, and also a long passionate story with dance). Since then, I put the knowledge of tennis courts in how to move at tournaments. In 2008 nobody could stop me… From running around tennis players and the prince. I had such a crush on Rafael Nadal… I managed to come all week long, improvised to enter even without tickets, found my way under the prince on the tribune, entered the VIP village in Rome too [endless list and other details not to be written]. I was a funny 16 years old girl – and a 17 when I got a role in a film – . Now I grew older (but the wolf doesn’t lose its appetite, you’ll see later). It’s always such a pleasure to be here. The Country Club is unique. It is, as the name indicates, a club : Rome, Roland Garros, Wimbledon etc are set in courts in bigger and colder – in the sense of space and public relations’ possibilities – places. During the year you have different possibilities to attend it: either playing tennis, either enjoying the swimming-pool, massages, restaurants, shopping. It can eventually happen to see Patrick Bruel at the boutique in boxers, as it was the case once I was with mum and this guy I had never heard of was trying suits publicly. The frame is Monte Carlo… Between palaces that remember New York – as Grace Kelly wanted-, the sea, and its typical blue sky that makes you feel in a golden, lucky envelop. I’m sincere when I say I believe in an inner Paradise that makes you see everything beautiful; but I am even probably pushed to say and feel that to adapt my spirit wherever I go after having been living here. Darwin’s law means adaptation for survival, Buddhism increases it spiritually.
Casually I saw some matches today. The one that stroke me most – I am not stricken by the heads of series anymore, blessed by divinity to play as they do – with indignation was the first on the pink paper: our Italian player, Fognini, definitely lost his temper against Tsonga. He was winning..!!!And he got nervous on the 3-4 at the second set. Shame! He was the No13… That makes me think of why there have never been Italians and Russians in first positions: we have a similar, passionate temperaments. The latters had Safin, an exception: with his crazy behaviour in court he made his adversaries nervous and distracted. He was the No 1. Why when I played tennis throwing the racket didn’t help me as it did with him?
I am really happy for having revived the Masters this year, thank you parents. Today I managed: to be noticed toward many and being interviewed; was offered a great coffee with chocolates by nice guys; entered the VIP space and got champagne and chocolate (again), discussing and speaking about and in russian. Like Christ says: “chiedi e ti sarà dato, bussa e ti sarà aperto”. Many things wouldn’t have happened in my life if I wasn’t a coffee, cigarettes, chocolate, champagne, wine and vodka addict (the rest of pleasures wouldn’t be whole without most of them). Such great days and emotions the tennis can give if you bite the whole apple…
This is the beginning of the week for me, and the best might be yet to come
Love, your tennis groupie
I wanna go to Russia. That country so full of history and contradictions,where the two extremes of history took place: the absolutism of the цари (zar) and коммунизм (communism). A travel into the deep Russia, to discover their traditions and interact with these people, so deep and warm hearted, different of how many people like to stereotype. Like my teacher in Belgium, who liked me because I liked the impossible and I was/am a stakanovist. She also used to say that italians and russians are similar and a marriage between them is a “Si-Da”. Helpful people, with deep traditions like the ones we have in Italy; because apart the capitals,-Rome and once Saint Petersburg,- all the other cities were town with characteristic traditions. The major differences are the temperatures and the loss in Italy of home made vodka.
I write this post after having read an article on the New York Times, which I’d like to share:
When I was little one of my favourite cartoons was Anastasia.
I had the chance of rewatching it recently,which made me think of my teacher’s joke that probably in another life I was russian. In that case,I am probably just remembering what I’ve been experiencing 🙂
That explains why in Paris I fell on Rasputin nightclub and ended up having Beluga shots.
I am referring to the best vodka in the world, the one so heavenly good with caviar…. and so damn hard to find in Europe, unless you go in high Russian friendly places (eg, Jimmy’z nightclub in Monte-Carlo).
Last weekend I took the chance to follow my parents to Monte-Carlo and we had dinner at the Dark Home, a nice restaurant in Fontvieille, just before the Beefbar. Not only the place is nice and you can choose between a French menu and an Asiatic one, but the quality of sushi is surprising though the prices are low (differently from Italy, in Monaco Japanese cooks are not Chinese) and if you stay at the side of the aperitivo (le petit Dark Home, at the corner) you can enjoy some life music.
I am partial maybe because we know the manager and we’re particularly pleased to filosofically speak with him about the whereabouts of the city and the dust under the lights of luxury… We first met when I was 15 and I really didn’t like him because he tried always to kick me away from the Kare(ment), the disco we all minor loved, closed soon after I’d turned 18 because too many people of my generation finished at the hospital after the party. Stefan worked well though, and was replied being sent to other clubs next years like Black Legend and Jimmy’z. The guy is a legend désormais and MC is a town and indeed he’s always remembered me and cheered at good times everytime we meet; since when l am major l am more a help than a danger, especially in PR 😉
Here’s some pictures of that summer there, old times at Black Legend and new gadgets from this week end.
Everything is very tasty, if someone goes please say my name and accept suggestions, it’s all blasting and new!