Not since Anita Ekberg cavorted in the Trevi fountain for Fellini’s cameras nearly half a century ago has the Eternal City seen a display of sensual aquatic superstardom quite like it. Federica Pellegrini was the undoubted galactica of the World Swimming Championships, bringing the capital, and the country, to a halt when she hit the pool. She won two golds and broke two world records, to add to the eight she holds already, and she has only just turned 21. What a gal: and not only that, but she lives her life on the front pages, is blessed with movie-star looks, has modelled nude for Vanity Fair (natch), and been involved in what we tabloid journos would call a poolside love triangle, having acquired her current boyfriend, an Italian swimmer, from his previous lover, a French swimmer. Whoever said swimming was boring?
(Mark you, this controversy over swimming’s ‘go-faster’ supersuits seems batty.
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