We met on Via Veneto. I was sitting at a table at the Café de Paris, and he came over to ask if he could sit with me. It was the 1960s, and Via Veneto was the heart of la dolce vita, a constant runway of actors, directors, celebrities—Hollywood on the Tiber. I was a bit of a poser there because my father had a shop on a side street off Via Veneto, so I was a regular at all the chic bars, often waiting to head to a nightclub behind Via Veneto called Il Pipistrello, which opened at 11 pm. The owner of the bar approached me and asked if a young man could join me, since the place was full. That young man was Valentino. He then asked me to give him a ride home because he didn’t have a car—I had an old, beaten automobile, not exactly the chicest limo. He had just arrived from Paris and said he was still thinking in French. I had studied French at school without much success, but I pretended I could speak it. “Oui, bien sûr, je parle français,” I told him. He looked at me like “yes, sure,” and said, “All right, from now on, we’ll speak French.” To this day, we still speak French to each other.Love came a little later. I didn’t study much, and took lots of vacations. I had a cabana at La Canzone del Mare in Capri—my parents were quite generous. Valentino joined me in Capri that August, and that’s where our story began. He was incredibly handsome when he was young.收起展开全文 原微博
Vogue Festival UK给Victoria Beckham的采访长达四十多分钟，她一年接不了几次这么长的访谈，值得一看。优雅得体的举止和高贵冷艳的Posh腔就不提，我还是很爱消化她的访谈内容的。幽默，真诚，懂自嘲，适度撒娇，脑子里有货，引用考据随口就来。长得美的人自嘲就是变相卖萌，长得丑还是别自嘲好。。。展开全文 原微博
