Hanging up a famous person's house in triumph or in shame (“those two impostors,” Kipling called them) in the hope of making him grin while walking the dog is a job that no one likes, least of all the journalists who they do . They do this, especially in winter, when they not only get bored but also get cold. These sieges are not created to satisfy a whim, but to surprise the famous in a situation over which he does not have complete control and in which he can really reveal something about himself to us.
There is no need to explain it to Fedez, one of the most effective interpreters: self-narration, in which you decide for yourself what you want to say and show about yourself, is always a form of self-deception. In social profiles, everyone filters their lives in order to appear not only more beautiful, but also better and, paradoxically, more true: fragile or strong, as the case may be. The stolen sentence or photo is an attempt to break the mirror and finally see something else.
The line between freedom of the press and intrusiveness is thin, but it exists. It's one thing to shove the microphone under a parent's nose at their child's funeral, it's another to set up tents under the couple's house, which has been the main topic of conversation among Italians for weeks. Fedez wonders why the reporters don't refer to Pozzolo, the honorable gunslinger. By now they were there (and still are). Above all, the Ferragnez are worth much more on the curiosity market through their own fault and merit.
Gramellini's Caffè awaits you here from Tuesday to Saturday. Anyone who subscribes to Corriere also has access to “PrimaOra”, the newsletter that allows you to start the day in the best possible way. If you are not yet a subscriber, you can do so here and have access to all content on the site, all newsletters and podcasts as well as the newspaper's historical archive.