( belmont cameli, cis man, he/him ) 🐬 ⋆｡˚ What’s the word around ALESSANDRO VITALE in Capri these days ? Don’t look at me like that, you know them — they go by ALEX, you know, the TWENTY-NINE YEAR OLD, COASTAL REGULAR. You can probably find them at CLUB ROSANOVA as a CO-OWNER where people describe them as EGOCENTRIC and STRONG-WILLED, but others swear they’re DISCIPLINED and PASSIONATE if you catch them at the right moment. they fit somewhere between icarus flying dangerously close to the sun, faint laughter lines adorn tired eyes, salt seeping in through the pores of their open skin, and the choice between contentment and endless ambition , THOUGH MOST PEOPLE ASSOCIATE THEM WITH NEVER TAKING OFF HIS GRANDFATHER'S SAINT MEDAL AROUND HIS NECK °‧🫧⋆˚｡⋆
BASICS STATS.
Full Name: Alessandro "Alex" Vitale
Birthday: March 12 (29 years old)
Birthplace & Hometown: Chicago, Illinois
Orientation & Status: Heterosexual, Single
Pronouns: He/Him/His
Current Residence: Capri, Italy
Occupation: Co-Owner of Club Rosanova ; Catcher for the Chicago Cubs
Family: Vitale (Paternal Side) from Naples & Marinis (Maternal Side) from Capri. 3 siblings, 19 cousins, and a surplus of aunts and uncles.
BIOGRAPHY.
Born in Chicago to an expansive Italian-American family with roots back to Southern Italy. His father, Matteo, built a luxury automotive logistics company from the ground up in the United States. His mother was from old Capri hospitality money. From September to May, he was in the states with Chicago winters, private schools, hockey games, and Italian Sunday dinners that overflowed into three rooms. Summers were in Capri.
His grandparents' villa is on the water with sprawling lemon and olive trees over the property. Summers consisted of barefoot running through the streets with her cousins, learning card games and hidden secrets from uncles, and how to make the best pasta from nonna. Here he was known as Ale, and here he was fearless.
At six, he snuck off with the family's gold cart and raced down the windy roads of Capri. At ten, he began racing, and by thirteen, he was being scouted and discussed as a potential prodigy. By fourteen, his life became a rhythm of airports, racetracks, simulators, tutors, and enough pressure to start crushing his dreams. Yet, he endured and grew better and better. At sixteen, he met F3, seventeen F2, and by eighteen, he was the youngest driver to secure an F1 seat.
He was the Italian-American who drove instinctively, calm under pressure, and was able to withstand the task of being one of twenty drivers in the paddock. He was known for being precise and controlled, becoming an international favorite by his third season. Chasing podium wins and fighting for a championship became the norm, but Capri was always his place of respite.
At twenty-seven, he became a co-owner of a rooftop lounge with his cousin. He wanted something established and grounded that represented permanence to him, and something outside the world of F1. Between scheduled races and practices, Alex spends as much time in Capri as he can. He loves walking through the space, greeting guests, learning the newest with staff, and drinking espresso with his cousin as the island goes to sleep. He loved it, and he was truly happy with both worlds. Then came the crash.
It shocked the F1 world and fans to the core. In the first race of the 2026 season in Australia, a high-speed collision ended his season as quickly as it started. He sustained damage to his shoulder and ribs with no complications to his left hand. This season is in the drain, and he is now in the midst of rehabilitation. Physically, mentally, and emotionally. His grandmother told him to come to Capri to recuperate. What better place to be than with family and the sea?
He doesn't know what's next for his career, wise. A part of him wants to get back into the car as soon as he can; the other part is terrified of not wanting his life to flash before his eyes again. Alex can't help but wonder who he may be when the world of Formula One comes to an end. Yet for now, he's going to enjoy the hums of his nonna and the clinking of glass and smiles donned on the faces of those looking for reprieve in Capri.
MISCELLANEOUS.
Likes: family dinners that last hours, vintage watches, vinyl records, cooking with hi nona, smell of ocean salt, dogs, and a consistent routine
Dislikes: paps and social media over exposure, dishonesty, being asked 'what's next' while recovering from his injury, itchy fabrics, and wasted drinks
Speaks fluent Italian, French, and English but only slips into Italian when he's very emotional.
Talks with his mother every Sunday at 7:30 AM while she has her breakfast and he starts his first energy drink of the day.
Smells like bergamot, cedar, and sunscreen most days of the week.
F1 career highlights: Signed with Ferarri at 18. MultipleMonaco podium finishes. Youngest driver in team history to win a race. 3x Formula One World Champion, 36 Grand Prix Wins, 68 Podiums.
status: open // @capritownstarters
when: june 6, 10:30pm
where: sabbia de spiaggia
Luca's grateful that the bar is busy tonight, really, he is. He'd just be a little more grateful if he'd expected the rush and hadn't let his bartender take the night off to go to the bonfire.
Normally, when bigger venues host an event, he'll be lucky to have a wait at the bar. But it's the start of the tourist season, and the one thing that Sabbia does have going for it is its location right by the beach- so his floor is filled with spillovers from the bonfire, the normal groups of tourists who'd end up here, with or without the event, and all the unfortunate people sent into the nearest cheap bar (his) by their friends for another case of beer or a round of shots. All that to say, he's slammed and working the bar alone.
Still. He's grateful for the rush.
After pouring a round of lemon drops for a group at one end of the bar and pushing a glass of water towards a girl who's been sitting at the bar for a few hours too long, he moves toward the person who'd just walked in and flashes them a quick smile. "Buonasera, ah- what can I get for you? Cocktail, shots, another case for the bonfire?"
"Buonasera, come stai?" The bonfire had quite the turnout, and it was good to catch up with some folks he hadn't seen since last summer, plus some new faces, too. He knew people would be filtering to the local businesses, including his own at Rosanova. Thankfully, his cousin was managing the public optics as Alex rested and recuperated, so he got to dodge the bullet of having to work tonight, let alone play pretend with the tourist. "Didn't see you out there, so I figured I would check in and make sure you still had a pulse," he says in jest as he helps himself to a vacant bar stool. "You do know you're allowed to take a break now and then, right?"
“ call it, ” he stops in front of them, no greeting or any form of build up from him, nothing except the faint click of metal between his fingers when he pulls out a coin. ace only shrugs as he watches the reaction on their face, acting like he’d lost his mind. “ you can ask for what it’s for after, that’s the fun part … ” he flips the coin once between his fingers as the small grin tugs at his mouth.
"Ace, not you and your bullshit again." He loves the guy wholeheartedly. There were a few people in this life he could honestly call a good friend. Someone who cared simply for him and nothing extra he brought to the table. "If you fuck me over, I will kill you." Last time he indulged in such shenanigans, he had to streak through the streets of Capri naked at 3 AM. "Heads."
she appeared out of nowhere, dropping onto the empty space beside them without much hesitation. “ wait, ” niya adjusted the blanket beneath her, the look on her face clearly indicating that she’s too pleased with herself. “ the invitation specifically encouraged sharing blankets with strangers, ” finally, she explains after watching the confusion forming on their face. her arms moved up and down in a careless shrug. “ i think if we both commit to the bit, we can make it work, ” her lower lip moved, forming a pout and within a fraction of a second, she held out her hand very dramatically. “ so .. what’s your name ? what are your hopes and dreams ? your biggest flaw ? ”
Since his injury, Alex has been keeping a low profile. Beyond work and checking on the family, his public appearance has been less than desirable compared to years prior. It was his nonna who encouraged him to come on out. Mingle, eat, and allow himself to heal in more ways than one. So, yes, he was confused at Niya's dramatics, but he should know by now that this is nothing more than her MO. "Commit to the bit, huh?" he chuckles as she unashamedly settles herself in. "My name is Cooper. I am from Vancouver. I hope to be an epic dog trainer winning the Westminster Dog Show one day. My biggest flaw is that I'm a liar. Your turn."
“QUESTION: why do we mortals love icarus so? ANSWER: because he flew, darling. he fell, yes, but first he dared to soar. we are all trying to learn from him.”
— sunlight & other impossible things | myths reimagined #6 | inkmagician
