A photo is a creation.
I put my money in the bank: I have to think of life after modeling, when I'm not famous any more.
History is the key to everything: politics, religion, even fashion.
My dream is to have a beautiful old house in Monaco.
But for the time being, I've only learned one cake recipe and how to make scrambled eggs.
I do pottery. I love it. It's very relaxing; it takes me to another planet.
I'm lucky, I can sleep from takeoff until we land; so I'm fresh, rested and ready to work on arrival.
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.
Because beauty isn't enough, there must be something more.
I'm even embarrassed at times when my friends come upon my pictures.
I love photo sessions. I'm alone, I'm the queen, everyone's taking care of me.
Yes, I was really good in physics and in math.
But I regret not having liked history.
I don't think I ever had a swollen head: I remember where I come from.
But I also like to shower my parents with presents. I bought them a beautiful car and a house.
I rarely do masks because, if I have any extra time, I'd rather spend it with my friends than on myself.
But I love fish, cheese and meat, and I eat everything, but only in small quantities if it's rich.
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.
I play a role in front of the cameras, just like in the movies.
As a model, it's a gypsy kind of life: living in hotels, working all the time, ordering room service instead of cooking for yourself. There's absolutely no nest-building.
Italian men do appreciate beautiful women. They're not afraid of the beauty, which is nice.
We are very isolated, far from boyfriends and friends, so we have to be strong, smart and very professional.
As a model, it's a gypsy kind of life: living in hotels, working all the time and ordering room service instead of cooking for yourself. There's absolutely no nest-building.
Six months later I was in Paris. I was 16, and it all started to happen.
I'm lucky, I don't like sweets, not even chocolate.
