Italian-born, Italian-raised (and spoiled), New Yorker.
I write and cook a lot, but never travel enough. I eat everything, but no kale allowed. I don’t care if I’m from Tuscany, I hated that ubiquitous overhyped evil plant just as much when I was a kid and it wasn’t a superfood.
Always myself. I wouldn’t say “fiercely authentic” per se, seems like an overstatement. As if you had to try and not be someone else. All my personalities would still eat copious amounts of Nutella and swear in Italian – and I’m ok with that.
Chaos has long been my ally – I have no good excuse, I really enjoy how it plays with my mind.
Marta Antonelli 