Thanks Miche!
Btw, does anyone speak italian here so he or she can translate the interview?
Here the translation, I'm sorry for my bad English >.<
For someone, she's the new Natalia Vodianova. It makes sense: the big and innocent blue eyes, the babyish but sensual mouth, the long brown hair remember her. Both come from the East, and have that kind beauty that breaks the heart, seems that they jumped out from a Russian novel. So there's nothing strange if Barbara Palvin was considered the cause of the split between Justin Bieber and Selena Gomez ("and he didn't even care me"). There's nothing strange if in the hall of the Martinez, where Barbara stayed at the Cannes Film Festival, there was a lot of people with stiff neck. With that porcelain face and that flamingo legs how can you not turn around? We can't believe that she doesn't know it and defines herself a "tomboy" and a "simple girl". But there is something true: she played football and she stopped for not develop the thighs muscle, she has a naughty expression and does cute faces. Behind the model, ambassador of L'Oréal Paris and actress (she will debut with Hercules, on 25th July) you see a girl with the right dreams for her age.
How did this story?
I was a child, I was 13. They discovered me in Budapest in 2006, I walked for the streets, I didn't think to have a future like model. I wanted to became a lawyer because when I was a child I looked the telenovelas with my grandma, and the good ones were always lawyers.
How did they take it in the family?
My mum accompained me for 5 years, then was the turn of my sister Anita that studies management in Switzerland. They're all really proud of me.
You've debuted on the cinema
Oh that! They was filming Hercules in Hungary and I have a small role, but it's nothing special. But it attracts me. I've met Leo (Leonardo DiCaprio) and others. They say that when I'm in front of the camera I change. Like model I become sexy. With a good stylist, hair and make up I'm another person and I don't recognize me.
This "other" girl have half a million of followers on Instagram and over 700 thousand followers on Twitter.
Yeah and I can't explain that, even if I like reading cute tweets, especially when I'm at the airport. Then I ask: Why me? I'm not a social star, I'm not so famous.
You will be. You can do everything
And I want do everything: model, actress, singer, president (kidding!), lawyer!
Even wife and mum?
For this I should have a boyfriend. It's the program of my life, beyond the degree in law: a good husband, two child, two cats, and a house near the sea. But I'm single!
Impossible!
I've had a story of two years and half but it's over. I've gone to New York and he's with another girl. Now I'm waiting the right one.
How did it go with Justin Bieber?
A tweet, a pic together and everybody was freak out.
There is a kind of man that you like?
Definitely Johnny Depp
I'm afraid that he's going to marry.
Yeah, unfortunately I know
To what actress would you look like?
Cameron Diaz, Jane Fonda, Eva Longoria. But my cinematographic culture is limited. I see movies when I'm on the plane. I have a complicated life.
Well besides work, you want do other things.
Yeah, I return home everytime I can. I like dancing and singing, see my friends. Doesn't take much make me happy: paprika chicken, a good book - i love mysteries - Rihanna's songs, my dog, Carlos Alberto Manolo. I'm not a shopping addict. People give me clothes, I spend my money in other.
How?
I bought a home for my grandparents and it's near my parents' home, I helped my father that sold shoes to open a shop and I helped my sister with her studies. And I have a charity idea: build a home for the homeless.
What do you see in front of the mirror?
A simple girl. With no beauty secrets. I drink a lot of milk, I wash my skin with cold water, I use good make up and I do pilates.
By whom have you inherited those killer eyes?
My mother and my grandma. Family gift.
How many times a day people tell you that you're beautiful?
Always. And every time I thank. Sometimes I feel so lucky and I begin to cry...
