vinten cuvo, dominic

[dominic vinten cuvo]

Dominic was born in New York City on October 18, 2001. He is the son of Italian American actress and model Gia Cuvo (53) and American filmmaker Kazwell Vinten (57). Cuvo and Vinten married quickly after meeting each other in a New York nightclub and divorced less than two years later; both have since remarried. Vinten had one child (27) from a previous marriage, and three (16, 13, 11) from a subsequent marriage. Cuvo, on the other hand, famously advocated for "intentional celibacy until men behave better" and championed feminist causes. On raising a son, Cuvo followed "gentle, free-range" parenting methods, co-raising Dominic with several close friends while attending exclusive Montessori schools. Cuvo is known for being a late 80’s to 90s it-girl, dabbling in art, music and fashion, as well as muse to several designers. Vinten rose to prominence in the early 2000s and transitioned into studio filmmaking with longtime distributor Warner Bros Pictures. Due to several publicized legal and custody issues between the former couple, Dominic was largely raised between Los Angeles and New York City before spending time at the Putney School in Vermont. At a very young age Dominic was featured in magazines and interviews alongside his mother, traveling with Cuvo to shoots and fashion shows, as well as appearing on film sets with either parents. Dominic began modeling after the age of fifteen, having worked for Dolce & Gabbana, Moschino, Tommy Hilfiger and Calvin Klein. He majored in art history at Princeton University and graduated in spring of 2024. Supporting characters: KAZ as DAD ... Conversations with him are like auditions: brief and rehearsed HARPER MARINO as MOM #2 ... Gia's business partner/BFF. Lesbian, comic relief JACOB SCHWARTZ as DAD #2 ... Gia's childhood BFF. Gay Jew, diversity points CHARLOTTE as STEP-MOM ... Midlife crisis fantasy prototype straight out of Stepford AVERY as STEP-SIBLING #1 ... Most annoying LILY as STEP-SIBLING #2 ... Annoying QUINN as STEP-SIBLING #3 ... Least annoying but still learning MASON as HALF-SIBLING ... The lost protagonist, an enigma rather forgotten KENDRA SANTISI as COUSIN ... The pioneering elder KITTY SMITH-SOTO as ??? ... The bane of his existence Favorite classes: VIS 473 How to be Undisciplined PHI 383 Freedom and Responsibility ART 411 Greek and Roman Portraits GSS 336 Crime, Gender, and American Culture GSS 373 Graphic Memoir FROM A PROF: He's one of those students who's more a fixture of Princeton's social scene than its academic fabric. In class, he sits back with an air of detachment that belies his family's prominence. He's not disruptive, per se, more like disengaged, as if the lectures and discussions are mere formalities he must endure. His assignments are competent enough but it's evident he hasn't fully embraced the intellectual rigor Princeton demands. It's a challenge to reconcile his potential with the realities of expectations he may not fully grasp. FROM A PEER: He's got that whole "I don't need to try" vibe down pat, always looking like it's casual Friday at Vogue. In class, he's barely there, but when he does speak up it's insufferable nonsense. Like, seriously, does he even know what a library looks like? I doubt it; his version of research is scrolling through his Instagram feed. Of course, everyone wants to be his friend, hoping some of that glamor will rub off on them. But it's all surface-level, you know? Like, there's no substance, just a glossy veneer of privilege and entitlement. FROM AN EX: Each time I found myself making excuses for him, hoping he'd change, clinging to the idea that maybe I could be the one to tame him. It sounds pathetic now, but back then, I believed his lies and believed in us. Looking back, I realize how naive I was. Dominic wasn't capable of change, not when everything was handed to him on a silver platter. Our relationship was more about appearances than substance, fueled by his family's status and my own insecurities. It took me too long to see that I deserved better than his shallow bullshit. r/rant Nepo babies fucking suck Dominic Cuvo is the epitome of nepotism in the glittering cesspool of Hollywood. Born into the lap of luxury, his lineage reads like a who's who of privilege—fashionista mother, filmmaker father. How unheard of. From his early days he paraded around because of his last name--which he randomly changes how he goes by, depending on which parent's coattails to ride. And Princeton? Please. The Ivy League is just another playground for trust fund babies like this shithead to perpetuate social stratification. While genuine scholars fight tooth and nail for deserved admission, Cuvo sauntered in with a golden ticket, his place assured by connections rather than merit. His modeling "career"? A joke. Talent? Literally none, show me what he does besides flaunt his lifestyle. Watch him magically pop up as an actor or director all of a sudden. But who cares about talent when your father's contacts can open more doors than most will ever dream? Assholes like DVC embody the nauseating reality of nepotism in Hollywood: an industry supposedly built on meritocracy but propped up by legacies and handouts. It's time to stop glamorizing these hollow shells of privilege and start recognizing real talent—the ones who claw their way up from obscurity, not those who were born with a silver spoon up their ass. Wake up, Tinseltown. We're tired of your nepo circus. He’s awake and his heart rate is up...but his mood, attention and focus are all obliterated. His enthusiasm and willpower aren’t able to wield or direct the flow of energy as normal. Give him a few shots, a banana, some water and an amphetamine—Adderall instead of coke—I’d wager he’d be at least a slightly less hollowed and blurred animation of his core-self. It’s an absolutely awful state of being—one of the worst in my opinion. Totally pessimistic, unsettled and jabbed with random feelings of shame, with an inability to just shut down and fade out the former via sleep or mindless activity. You’re still fighting to feel good and get back to that state of freedom from worry and mountainous optimism and perceived self-ability that you had just hours prior. All the goals, dreams and pleasures you felt wholly engrossed in, with a complete capacity to excel in, now present as out of reach, daunting and anxiety-provoking, maybe even meaningless. Your actual responsibilities and immediate realities, which you most likely neglected to attend to, for the prior day, or days, or weeks (God bless), are now like a fucking set of knives being repeatedly stuck into your side. Incapacitated with listless desperation. All these feelings manifesting as uncontrollable physical displays such as groans, twitches, muscle tension, eye rubbing, what have you… so in summary, this battle is inevitably lost and you’ll eventually fall into an initially resisted sleep, with whatever demons you hold and normally compartmentalize, present at the forefront of your consciousness until you’re swept into the next realm. Morning will bring relief, along with the negative physical and psychological marks and evidences of, ultimately, some thing detrimental. Of course, this dawning of a new day also gifts and presses upon you all the delusions required to repeat this process: instilled with false expectations towards some better end, because this time around just feels different. You feel different. You feel experienced. You feel smarter. You feel stronger. You feel more confident in your control and decision making. But You know you’re lying. You know you’ll fall short of whatever, simply. You know life could and should be better, easier, more gratifying. Life could feel and actually be REAL, you correctly understand. All you need is one more day of absolute domination and purposeful reformation. The urgency to mask and overcome uncomfortable obstacles, that you, yourself, have been placing down upon your path, that you, yourself, have placed down upon your future. The former, in cooperation with the negative feelings and sentiments you’ve welcomed and meshed into your psyche and body, now presently, are the master, in likeness to the puppeteer, with you, the sad puppet. So go and blast off—numb down, snort, drink, swallow—toward the sum-total obliteration of your life. sus . corrado martini . famoso