Adam Senn
BARTOLOMEO MINELLI
thirty-five, italian, trust fund baby, shrug
+ relaxed - lazy + fun - self absorbed
If someone ask, Bartolomeo would say things never came easy for him but that’d be a lie. From the moment he was born he had everything he could want, and while his parents cared a lot about the parties they threw and the expensive vacations they had, and of course their boring old jobs, he couldn’t complain about them either. In fact he never complained much at all, he was just perpetually in a state of boredom.
That meant he drove a car worth more than some people ever saw into the centuries old walls circling his grandparents vineyard when he was sixteen. That he was caught doing drugs on a hotel room more times that he could count. That his parents often paid so that pictures of him naked and passed out next to what was their name again? ah, doesn’t matter. Doesn’t matter what form it came in, he was always doing something to deal with his boredom, he wasn’t trying to be a problem, he just didn’t know how else to enjoy himself.
If you were to ask what he wants from life he’d just shrug, he’s just here to have a good time and work is hardly one of his priorities. Catch him on plane to Ibiza, drunk off his ass and he might say he has no idea what he’s doing, but he’s having a blast.