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...there a link between Italian Prime Minister Silvio Berlusconi's hold on political power inside Italy and his hold over the wider scandal-craved collective imagination of our contemporary culture? Clues to that question may be found in a series of blurry photographs that have wound up on the front page of the respected Spanish daily...
...context is everything, which could help explain why this bit of high-stakes paparazzi work was acquired by Spain's top paper and is now making an Internet world tour. The Italian PM has endured weeks of public and media speculation over his private life following his wife's decision to file for divorce, saying she could no longer stay married to someone who "frequents underage females." Berlusconi has vigorously denied the accusation, though he has left unanswered key specific questions about the nature of his relationship with a Neapolitan blonde who recently turned 18. (See pictures of future Berlusconi...
...Italian papers have reported that the teenager, Noemi Letizia, whom Berlusconi said he saw only in the company of her parents, was among a contingent of young women invited for a New Year's Eve party at the Sardinia villa. Last week, news arrived of a series of potentially compromising long-range photos of the inside of the villa taken by veteran photographer Antonello Zappadu, who two years ago photographed the Prime Minister surrounded by young women at Berlusconi's Sardinia estate, known as Villa Certosa...
...Even when big names top the party lists, they are sometimes figureheads who have no intention of serving out their terms. Italian Prime Minister Silvio Berlusconi, for example, is unlikely to take up his seat if, expected, he is elected - even if Brussels might be a sanctuary of sorts from his major woman problems of late. (Read: "Berlusconi and the Girl: No Spice, Thank...
Carried away by the throbbing Italian voice that filled the entire Bastille Opera house and hung quivering in the air, I forgot for a moment to pay any attention to the French subtitles displayed over the magnificent stage. When the voice died away and the silence was finally broken by thunderous applause and the oddly restrained enthusiasm of “Bravo! Bravo!”, I joined in and clapped till my palms stung, only noting (with a laugh to Thibaud) the absence of any American cheering or whistles. I was studying abroad in France at École...