Fun & Famous

LET'S TALK ABOUT CHIARA'S INSTA

All those social media updates, I can barely keep up (barely, right, ha). You already have a full-time job with Instagram Stories, but thanks to this delightful option from Insta, I have a new guilty pleasure. Recently. I'll tell you how it happened.

Do you know Chiara Ferragni? She is pretty much the most successful blogger on earth. I always found Chiara Ferragni's Stories a bit mediocre. She blinked a bit in the lens, popped a look into Instaland, and also flew back and forth between Italy (her official home) and Los Angeles (her second). So far: not really exciting. That blinking in the lens didn't really charm me. I thought she was a businesswoman of caliber (with her own brand that flies off the shelves), don't get me wrong, but that was it. And now, now everything is different. In Chiara's über-boring, long storyline, suddenly a boy with tattoos appeared. Yes, and piercings. It was almost bordering on the wrong rocker. Almost right, because it's Fedez. And Fedez is a rapper and singer a.k.a. the screaming girls' dream in Italy. Now that Chiara is with Fedez and Fedez is with Chiara, the million-dollar vlogger is smiling again. She usually looked a bit sad in the camera, but her face is all shining happiness all over the place. Look, I like that.

But it goes further, because Chiara's Insta Stories are for me what watching GTST is for a random Dutch woman (with curtains open or closed, whatever you want). It's my Italian soap, of which I understand nothing. Oh my, I would love to adopt May's Italian skills right now. It would be even more amazing if I actually understood those two. I'm considering an Italian course in the car during my commuting practices. But Chiara and Fedez are my Ludo and Janine in the good, old, loving times.

“I find it de-li-cious.”

C and F in the car, C teases F in a ridiculously expensive restaurant, F sleeps with his mouth wide open on C's shoulder. No, it doesn't have an intensely exciting plot, they don't have explosive arguments, they are a couple of happy eggs pulling silly jokes on each other. Only to drown in each other's arms and eyes again.

Love, love, loooove it. My own little Italian fairytale. So when you're done with Netflix, you know where to go. I'm going to check what my love birds have been up to today.