On my fifth film, it was then that I stopped dancing.
My current companion, Gerard de Battista, is the father of my two sons.
You can fake your age or mask it, but the passion that moves the characters has to be real.
I really wanted to work and become independent.
Compared to dancing, films seemed to me to be the work of lay bums. There was no physical pain; it was enough to say and imagine what was in the script. It was very easy for me.
The director took my face in his hands and asked me to show him my teeth, as with a horse. This happened on a Wednesday, and by the following Monday I was shooting.