The Ex-Factor: La Cicciolina and the divorce from hell
The news was buried deep inside the Roman news section of La Repubblica. None
of the other papers even bothered with it: Cicciolina to go to jail. In the
postage-stamp-sized photo, the tiny, peroxide-blonde, diva whose career has
traced the history of Italy in the past 30 years clutched a Victorian doll,
smiling the same too-broad, too-bright smile she has flashed at a thousand
film cameras, the hard flat charcoal eyebrows crammed down over her cerulean
eyes.