
THIS is Count Gian Luca Passi de Preposulo, featuring in the June issue of Vanity Fair mag in a story that is sucky yet compelling about The World’s Most Eligible Heirs & Heiresses. I can find NOTHING online re him. Nothing. Yet he fascinates me. Not the $$$ but that he has all that + a title and yet chooses to pose in a wet shirt with his hairy chest showing. I mean, he could have said ‘get nicked’ but no, he did it. The pics are by Bruce Weber, btw, whose thing is shooting hot guys. I don’t think the females in the VF spread come off so well at ALL.
The Count Passi de Prepasulo has but one quote I can find: “It’s not the title that’s important, you have to be a Count inside yourself.”
Soooo he’s not really at all po-mo or into political analysis but he has clearly thought about his self-image. He likes to show off his hairy chest – I mean he is not needing the money or anything and he’s got Ariean/Mars eyebrows…In fact, he reminds me of Ramzilla, my Aries Ex-Husband. He will ADORE this comparison….But it’s true. Cocky Aries grin, Count or not. I’m saying he Aries…Anyone? Hmmm…Or Leo…
If anyone is happy to speculate re The Aries Count’s imaginary life and/or even how the photographer/art world persona and Designer Hair Skirt wearer Delia Antwerp-Aaars would react should she meet him but briefly, I am SO up for it. I mean, he’d issue forth one disdainful snort of derision re her Bauhaus armchair and she’d have it tossed out in the back lane within NANOSECONDS.
Even if she had to phone from a Berlin video art installation opening to brief a meth addict to break into her house and STEAL the thing, it would be gone. Because she does SO trust “dear Gian” and she totally gets it about how the inner Count is more important than silly titles, money, castles, speedboats, ancient estates, entree into gilded circles, generations of servants, never having to fly commercial ETC.
She can vibe quite suave & arty-international cashed-up member of The Wankerati when she wants to but Delia made some mistakes when dealing with the Aries Count. And she wakes up next morning in the shitty Bauhaus BED at the place she is staying in Berlin with a hideous hangover and she remembers with an emotion that’s WAY beyond the shores of chagrin;
(1) She tried to tell the Aries Count that Antwerp-Aaars was actually a powerfully aristocratic name of some note amongst the nobility of Northern Poland, an obscure and yet secretly quite powerful mob descended from…Did she say Lilith? Or Mary Magdalene?
(2) When she finally checks her phones, there are several text messages from peeps concerned/amazed that the Aries Count was seen beckoning over his (amazingly discreet) security after Delia tried to pin him up against the wall – playfully – until he agreed to attend the opening of her next photography exhibition in Glebe.
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