Me, her and that girls’ party in Turin

This article is published in the number 4-5 of Vanity Fair on newsstands until January 31, 2023

The last time I saw Madonna was in Turin, one day at the end of November 2015, on one of the dates of her Rebel Heart Tour. The same city of his historic concert in 1987, that of “Are you ready, are you hot?».

Madonna (Louise Veronica Ciccone) in concert in Turin in November 2015.

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I had no expectations, I’ve never been a fan, instead I was fond of it as if I had crashed a beautiful party and had completely unexpectedly become a close friend of the birthday girl, who had turned out to be a very generous, nice and fun host. It was a strange concert, because on one side there was the 15,000-seat PalaOlimpico packed to capacity, with grandiose scenography, corps de ballet and choreographies inspired by the musicals of the films Grease And 300 and Cirque shows on Soleil, and on the other an artist who stood up to the public in
so affectionate, witty and engaging that it seemed to be in a small and intimate theater. A week before there had been the attacks in Paris with one hundred and thirty-seven dead and hundreds injured, and the day after the massacre, in the concert in Stockholm, Madonna he had cried, asked the audience for a minute of silence and said that he had thought about stopping but then had decided not to let the terrorists win. Even in Turin we were all confused and upset by the attacks, but Madonna, both with the show (she had dedicated a moving La vie en rose to the victims) and in the brief chats with the public, she had succeeded in creating an atmosphere of both lightness and intensity.
I thought that she really seemed like a friend to me, a little older than me, who danced wildly a little, was moved a little, talked a little about her children, remembered old songs a little, like one does at parties between girls, even if this was a million dollar party.
The last song in the lineup had been holidaythe carefree song with which I had learned of its existence, in London, in the winter of 1983, and half the world had discovered it with me.
A cheerful song that said: «Took some time to celebrate. Just one day out of life. It would be, it would be so nice».
It will be forty years this year.
In the meantime, she has become one of the best-known stars on the planet.

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