BLOODY PATRIZIA
Take a parrot, a talisman and a pair of purple eyes ...
I'm back at Vintagina and, before they blow this idea out of my head too, let it be known that Vivo Vintage is launching the Women in Fashion column!
Yes, because we love Women, yes, because we love Fashion, yes, because we love gossip and love stories with murky details
and so
WARNING
The article in question is forbidden to the pure of heart, to the good, to lovers of happy endings...
...and THAT'S IT, I STOP THERE, otherwise, with these requirements, the first one not to be able to read it is Angelo!
So make yourself comfortable, my dear friend (especially if you don't have a Discovery subscription) because I will be the one to tell you the fairy tale - turned into a drama - of Patrizia don'tcallmeReggiani IwanttobeweGucci!
The story begins when our Princess is only 20 years old but beauty, sinuousness and ambition are at their peak, when she meets - obviously at a Party - her Prince with double G: the handsome Maurizio.
Those present say that one look was enough to make the spark fly, that Cupid really had his hand in it and it doesn't matter if villas, trips and boats were thrown in as gifts (even the ones that are hard not to love), Patrizia and Maurizio really fell in love!
13 years of unbridled luxury, whims, demands.
13 years of pins hidden in pillows, spells and superstitions.
Patrizia does everything to hold on to her husband but Maurizio leaves, with a suitcase that is too small and an excuse that is even smaller, and the beautiful woman is left alone: with two daughters to raise, an empire to say goodbye to and only a fortune teller for a friend.
Patrizia condemned for being too strong, too greedy, too in love? Maybe just too something.
And so comes resentment, the hatred that poisons, the hatred that makes her sick.
Patrizia is desperately looking for serial killer candidates: she asks the lawyer, the butcher, just as you would look for a part-time maid.
It takes her 8 years and a brain tumor metastasis until Pina Auriemma, the witch friend (who, by her own admission, knows little about cards and magic and believes it even less) helps her put her intentions into practice.
We don't care much about truth and guilt, about judgments and redemptions.
What is a fact is that Patrizia will spend 17 years in the Victor Residence - as she renames the San Vittore prison - with the company of two ferrets, countless perfume bottles and a garden to water.
Quiet years, still surrounded by opulence, still devoted to shopping (
"Not innocent but Not guilty", as she defines herself, at 70 years or so Patrizia returns free: she is no longer the Princess of the past, prison has transformed her into a Witch.
And the Witch always has lipstick and high heels, she wears the villain's smile but has sad eyes, she says she is fine, that she has turned the page but I don't know if I believe you, Patrizia.
I didn't get a yacht for my birthday and my husband didn't leave me for a younger blonde, I don't have daughters who don't talk to me anymore and deny me an annuity (let's admit it: stellar) and I don't wander around Milan with jeweled hands and a parrot on my shoulder.
But I am convinced it is no walk in the park, Patrizia and so I will satisfy you: for me you remain Lady Gucci and so be it if the real one, the one who is called that on the documents, has been a victim for years of this habit that becomes an identity swap.
So be it if your father-in-law considered you just a social climber and for your friends of the time your bouquet was too big.
So be it if you didn't make fashion but you loved it, breathed it, lost it and then regretted it.
Your story is not over yet Patrizia and we are waiting for it to be told again (by Ridley Scott in his next film) and, if I could, I would ask you ONE, BIG, UNIQUE question
and no, it is not "have you repented?"
the real question is
"WILL LADY GAGA BE UP TO THE TASK OF BEING YOU?"
