The contesting granddaughter of Juan Carlos i does not seem normally affected by the contempt of a part of public opinion that sees Victoria Federica Marichalar Borbón As the nonsense paradigm of a society that rewards the privileged birth of their personal merits, or their human values are at the height of the bitumen. It does not seem affected but sometimes presents nuñata outbreaks three -phase, That is, incoherent: unable to understand that living of fame and the last name has some inconvenience: such as attracting attention if you go to a restaurant.
Froilán’s sister He makes box with everything he can, within the law: contest on television, go to parties where they are paid for attending and posing, he makes advertising campaigns with Belén Esteban (He approaches the plebe), he goes to haute couture parades in Paris with dad, travels to Abu Dhabi to kiss his grandfather and get out of the magazine Hello, and act as an influencer. She lives life, travels, enjoys and gets a table where she pleases, maybe without having to pay the account when leaving. He no longer needs the pay of dad and mom or the Black card of Grandfather Emeritus, expert in charity and now expatriate in a country where women do not have the rights of men. But what does it matter?
Victoria Federica’s heart Pasion overflow because let’s not forget that those born with the blue dye of aristocratic blood have the same needs (even physiological), yearnings and desires as those who have red blood. Shakespeare already said: when they are click And he is able to make sacrifices such as gonna El Hormiguero Without paying it is good.
Vicmor, unlike their father and mother, who do not exhibit a couple since their coexistence ceased, has a happy heart. That Bourbon viscera of his pumps rivers of emotion, is again busy. The numerous plans of the daughter of the Infanta Taurine with the businessman Borja Moreno (Lovely, nice, fun, adorable, super polite, very professional, very discreet, according to Beatriz Cortázar) They have added even more happiness in the Placeres jar of Felipe VI’s advanced by informalia in Primicia. It seems that our young royal is somewhat overexcited.
In the Madrid Roostiq Bar from Barquillo Street, not that of Augusto Figueroa (The best torreznos in Spain), and one of the favorites of the three -phase Vicmor, the guests to see her with her position They took their mobile phones to take pictures with their man. She, who lives that torturer, that being or not being famous, being or not being the one who charges to go to TV and go out in the Hello, Then flip what they want to take pictures.
The poor rich girl got up and asked customers to stop taking pictures. And taking photos to other people in a private site is a crime perhaps for some more despicable and more prohibited than avoiding the payment of taxes or taking (allegedly) the bent commissions, or spending the public money to protect and hide with guards and security and security The extra -time scarves of grandfather Don Juan Carlos.
She likes to charge thanks to her last name and fame but not to take photographs When he is enjoying his new love, that Borja Moreno, so nice, special friend of the daughter of the Infanta Elena who fills the heart of Victoria Federica and paints his smile, a wealthy businessman from the world of the night.
Victoria Federica Marichalar Borbón, That Royal of the nth generation that has understood that the monarchy, if not profitable, must at least be entertaining, has given us an episode worthy of its lineage. The girl, who does not conform to being the niece of the king, granddaughter of the emeritus and voluntary contestant of recent history, has decided that the entire world must contemplate her splendor … but only when she charges for it.
Because Vicmor – name with which theirs knows it, those of the half -hair set and the party organizers with influencers who no longer arrive to hire Georgina Rodríguez– It is not one of those who evil their time in mundane matters. She has understood that in this life you can live in two ways: fighting as any citizen, paying invoices, presenting income statements, accumulating debts and facing adversities, or making a box with the genetic heritage, that which gives you a table in any Restaurant without asking for it and access to the covers without more effort than getting on a horse or posing with a luxury bag and a half smile of reluctance. And thus, among well -paid events, advertising collaborations with Belén Esteban and high -emotional television competitions, Victoria Federica has become a postmodern icon of the recycled aristocracy. The one that no longer reigns but invoices.
But in this profitable tragicomedy (for her) that is Vicmor’s public life, the heart also has its space. Because the aristocracy, although coming unless, continues to fall in love with the same intensity with which some nobles evade taxes. And she, who in her short existence has enjoyed more of love than of heartbreak, has the heart overflowing with passion. His most recent sentimental joy responds to the name of Borja Moreno, that entrepreneur linked to the world of night and with Pedigrí financial lineage. They say that his love story began in Trocadero, that paradise where the Marbelli jet will confirm that it still exists. There, between champagne glasses and furtive looks of futures headlines in the magazines of the heart, the spark was born. Now Borja occupies his sentimental agenda, and Victoria Federica, with his usual mixture of spontaneity and sense of the show, exhibits it with the same naturalness with which he sneaks into the front Rows of Paris or in the palcs of tennis in Madrid.
A Torrezno with the right to veto
Love goes well, the career as an influencer progresses and events do not stop calling it. But there is a problem: the populace, that indiscreet plebe that has not understood that the contemporary nobility no longer needs kingdoms but exclusivity. It happened in Roostiq Bar, a Madrid place that not only serves the best Torreznos in Spain. There, among snacks of crispy glory and furtive looks, Victoria Federica ran into a large -cutting philosophical dilemma: if her image is a business, to what extent do you have to give it to?
The scene was worthy of a zarzuela or a registered from Valle-Inclán. The clients of the premises, recognizing it with their new love, did what many with a mobile and an Instagram account would do: try to capture the moment. But Vicmor, who lives in the contradiction of wanting to be famous only when there is money in between, got out of the way they would stop photographing her.
“Photos no, please”, Or something like that must have said, with that refined use of English handled by the grandchildren of King Juan Carlos when Spanish is not enough to mark distance with the chusma. And of course, the situation had its grace. Because one thing is to be a public character when the check is signed and a very different one is to have to endure the commoners playing paparazzi without permission. The incident raises a fascinating issue: what is more condemnable, photographing without permission to a real influencer or having belonged to a family whose scandal history would flush any operetta dynasty and that they reward you for it with competitions and hills when not with Forced admiration?
Because if we get strict, Vicmor’s furtive photo is a minor sin compared to the financial excesses of the emeritus, the fiscal opacities of certain cousins or uncles and the dark contracts that float in the monarchical nebula. But, apparently, for Victoria Federica the really unforgivable thing is that they immortalize her without her consent while enjoying a Torrezno with her man. Oh, the law! The matter, of course, is a moral dilemma: the girl who charges for being famous does not support to be when there is no contract in between. He wants to live in his image, but on a monopoly regime. If someone captures her without approval, she suffers an attack of dignity and demands respect for her intimacy. But, at the same time, he walks through photocalls, he postulates as a model and tries to make his last name an advertising asset.
The double measure of measuring
Victoria Federica is part of that aristocracy that has learned to survive in times of the camouflaged Republic. Its merit is not political, or intellectual, not even stylistic. His great achievement has been to understand that in the 21st century the nobility is no longer inherited, it is monetized. And in that strategy there are unwavering rules: Charge whenever possible. The image has a price, and whoever wants it must go through the box. Become offended when it is convenient. Fame is desirable when it is profitable, but annoying when it is free and remember that the scandal is a race engine. A rifirrafe in a restaurant, a passenger outrage or a gesture of ultra -laughed celebrity always adds points in the machinery of the show.
So do not surprise us if Vicmor takes advantage of the episode to launch an awareness campaign on the right to privacy, a collaboration with some brand of sunglasses to avoid unwanted photos, or even a televised monologue about how difficult It is being a royal in social networks. What happened in Roostiq Bar is nothing more than another chapter in the tragicomedy of a generation of nobles who have changed the palaces for bowling at festivals, the ducats by the followers and the real audiences for those of the prime time of Antena 3 and the advertising contracts. Victoria Federica wants fame, but only under contract. He wants the exhibition, but with rate. He wants public devotion, but without the inconvenience of spontaneous scrutiny. In short, he wants the best of the two worlds: the reverence of the monarchy and the profitability of the show. The problem is that the story has shown us that, in the game of notoriety, you cannot have everything. And if you decide to live in your image, you must accept that sometimes the Torreznos come with surprise.
