Marcel Winatschek

Every Jackpot Winner Is Lying to Themselves

Every time someone wins a game show and announces they’re going to buy a car or a house or, I don’t know, a Batman shelf unit, I think: what a complete waste of a windfall. Nobody ever asks me, of course. But I know exactly what I’d do with a large, unexpected transfer of money.

I would hire Oliwia and Maca—photographed here by Giovanni Lipari for C-Heads—as my personal cheerleaders. Yes, it would be a little embarrassing at first. But once you genuinely stop caring what anyone thinks of you—really stop, not just claim to—it starts to feel completely natural.

Picture it. Walking down the street, Oliwia and Maca in their blue-and-white outfits cheering from three paces behind. Going out for drinks with friends, the two of them at the next table, ecstatic about everything. Bringing someone home, them standing at the foot of the bed, absolutely thrilled for me. You might think that last part gets weird. It does not get weird.