Sure, if only half of what is whispered and claimed were true, if only a part of the evidence and testimony were verifiable, of the steamy gossip provided by the many jeunes filles in search of an author involved in the collective divertissement and various bunga bunga of our Premier, well, the situation would look rather grey, or better, black, black like the mouth of hell.
A fabulous harem that would make Suleiman the Magnificent green with envy, capable of astounding historic specialists in the partouze genre such as Sardanapalo and Barbebleu. An army, a flying squadron made of dozens of wild young Erinyes, swarming with lascivious naiads, splashing about, underlined by a disco ’80 soundtrack and medleys of sweet and sour tunes by melodic singer Apicella, in macro-Jacuzzi pools overflowing with opulent flesh and scented foams. A platoon of devilish girls ready for anything, in some cases naïve like Justine in De Sade, but most of all shrewd and curvy, provocative lap-dancing amazons wearing basques and vinyl cuissardes, landing in groups of twenty in the super-mansions of the institutional satrap. And then awarded with small jewels, foulards – it would be nice to know by whom - Swarovski pieces and a cascade of money, made happy with a few, often fleeting, appearances in the much-coveted TV empyrean for the right and proper promised 15 minutes of fame, as coined by Warhol. If it were true.
The ineffable and faithful Emilio Fede and Lele Mora as the brave officiants of the rituals and fervid recruiters. In other words, you need a certain firmness, energy and very good health to keep such an assorted entourage at bay. Countless girls have appeared on newspapers and magazines right from the start of the intricate and prodigious story, from the now faded naïf times of fateful blonde Noemi Letizia from Casoria, an angel-like and light-headed pre-Raphaelite beauty made in Naples, and later on with the violent and controversial chapter starring D’Addario.
Typologies, features and colors are varied, but the girls all share some predominating anatomic details: big bosoms, full lips, splendid and curvy waistlines, like a local version of an odalisque, showing the aggressive attitude of Mediterranean conquerors, a penchant for plastic surgery, flows of diamante and sequins that would make Las Vegas blush, over-the-top lingerie and the funny, sneering scent of vulgar sin. Nothing to do with the urban refinement of eroticism à la Madame Claude, they are rather reminiscent of those tacky soft-porn B-list Italian comedies that were all the rage in the 70s, like Quel gran pezzo dell’Ubalda…, that have now become cult-movies. Following the Rubygate, then, everything takes on an almost epic tone, with the new heroine making guest appearances in clubs at special night bearing sibylline and intriguing names ("If I lie, will I go to Heaven?"). And the mystery grows.
Who knows what Guy Debord, the author of the prophetic book The Society of the Spectacle, would think of such scenario – theoretical or not, you choose - amid low Empire and post-post-modern media lewdness, where the dream becomes sleep and wisdom – in his own words – never shows up. We do wonder, actually, whether the girls and ladies in question, with a required age that ranges from 18 and- at the most - 35, but only in the case of ageless favorites and TV stars or political figures, would be so successful if they were slightly less impudent, a little more elegant and stylish, a tad more reserved and refined looks-wise.
It’s hard to know whether a chicer version of these ladies would fatally and suddenly make them fall from that Olympus of fleshy and sexy illusions and of the repeatedly voyeuristic showing off we are now accustomed to. Coco Chanel loved to say that elegance is frigid. Was she right? If nowadays appearance is all that counts and considering that we must endure the multiple expressions of these arrogant protagonist of current news, we would like at least to see them dressed in an appropriate way. Well, maybe such newly-found expression of elegance, such catharsis of taste, could show us the way to salvation. Or at least we do hope so.
This is what Alessia Glaviano from Vogue Italia has chosen for their makeover.
Nicole Minetti
She is a dental hygienist, devoted to politics and the schemer of the “Ruby plot”. The trench is always a good choice except for the frills. A clean line like Max Mara is better.
Karima Keyek aka Ruby
For the true jewel of the scandal and supposed niece of Mubarak, instead of the small dico-sheath dress we would prefer a veil of Gabriele Colangelo.
Nadia Macrì
For Macrì, the most controversial figure, who confirms, hints and then takes it back. Could there perhaps be a hint myth-mania? For her, apparently always travelling, a romantic shirt with a hint of cowgirl, all by Ralph Lauren
Patrizia D'Addario
The deep throat of Barese. Hurt by the little interest the Sultan paid her, the Mediterranean blonde now throws herself into the politic pit. With whom? We’d like to know. Her evening look is excessively decorated, much like Lecciso’s one (in fact, they’re from the same region), and could be made more elegant by the sublime black of Dolce & Gabbana.
Sabina Began
To her folk effort we prefer a bon ton silhouette like this Dries Van Noten.
Noemi Letizia
The seed of all battles. Botticelli-esque and cheeky, a product of the suburbs of Naples. Everything starts from there. The cuts on the sides of an Yves Saint Laurent calf-length skirt instead of all the fringe are enough.
Alessandra Sorcinelli
If you have to at all costs enhance the body, a slit can be more chic than a super miniskirt. Marc Jacobs.
Francesca Cipriani
Her personal burst out would surely be more stylish with an Alberta Ferretti look, decisively less revealing.
Eleonora and Imma De Vivo
For the Neapolitan twins from the tv program “L’Isola dei famosi”, vestals of the Berlusconian cult, we suggest Armani’s haute couture. Elegant clothing in the shape, in the cut and in the color. Giorgio Armani Privé
Barbara Guerra
A comic post-Barbarella Amazon: yes to a metropolitan look, but with class. All Gucci.
Manuela and Marianna Ferrera
It’s best to leave something to the imagination than to reveal too much: the flowy and clean Calvin Klein looks can be of great help.
Roberta Bonasia
Determined and stubborn, the most famous citizen of Nichelino has called upon herself the accuses of the powerful Lele Mora and Emilio Fede. Gossipers call her the girlfriend in charge. For her, microruches by Valentino to leave more space to the imagination.
Angela Sozio
From the swimming pool of the Italian Big Brother to the swing of Villa Certosa. For her we’ve chosen a calf-length flowy dress by Roland Mouret.
Siria De Fazio
For her long body a ‘60s optical look by Giambattista Valli.
Lisandra Silva
For her a blouse and trousers in night blue by Philip Lim.