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How to Separate the Art from the Artist… Who is Also My Friend
So just, like, be cool okay?
By now I’m sure you’ve heard the shocking allegations against famed photographer, filmmaker and color pastel landscape artist Vittoria Murderini and, as a close personal friend of the accused I want to be the first to tell you:
They are all true. All of them. Even the one about the identity theft and multi-state underground truck stop boxing matches.
And I’m sure right about now you’re reading this and thinking: “Wow, she’s just gonna say that she’s friends with Vittoria Murderini? With her whole chest?”
I am, I really am. And before you get angry, I want you to hear me out. I have my reasons.
Yes, Vittoria, ViVi, as I sometimes call her, might have killed that guy with a peanut allergy who pissed her off out on a shoot in Yucca Valley by dropping those peanuts in the AC vent of his car. She might have illegally practiced dentistry in Brentwood, passing off an expired Italian rail pass as a valid medical license. And sure, yeah, I’ll give you that one time she punched a police dog. All of these things are true.
