Hundreds of ‘highly intimate’ images of French First Lady Carla Bruni and an ex-lover were stolen over the weekend while she and President Nicolas Sarkozy were on an official trip to Spain. Vivre le vagin! According to Daily Mail
On Sunday night thieves broke into the flat of actor Julien Enthoven, who is [Carla's former lover] Raphael Enthoven’s younger brother. Raphael entrusted the pictures to his brother because he did not want them to embarrass his new partner or Mr. Sarkozy, said a detective working on the case.
‘The thieves appeared to know exactly what they were looking for – taking highly intimate prints, a camera full of further images, videos, and numerous computer files,’ said the source. ‘Nothing else was taken.’
Police now fear that thieves could take advantage of Miss Bruni’s status as an international sex symbol by selling the pictures for hundreds of thousands of pounds, [or] they could be posted on the web so as to cause maximum embarrassment to Mr. Sarkozy.
Now, I might have never been north of the Mason-Dixon line, but I did live in Mexico under the name “Conchita Juanita Frijole” for six months while an unfortunate incident with the Dade County Sheriff’s Department was ironed out, so if there’s one thing I know, it’s many nuances of international culture. And I, for one, don’t see what the big screamin’ deal here is. I’ve actually read that in France, this whole “naked thing” is practically de riguer. There’s even a place where all the naked French ladies go to dance. Apparently it’s right by a hole in the wall where the men can see it all. Too bad the whole world isn’t as well-versed in multiculturalism as I am.