love it and hate it — equal measure
Allow me to point you, with elegant, begloved hand, in the direction of this article, Dita Von Teese: What I Wore. Dita, for those of you who don’t know, is a famous neo-burlesque performer, a very elegant clotheshorse, and not above A. appearing on America’s Next Top Model, or B. marrying Marilyn Manson.
I acknowledge I just took a cheapish shot. Sorry, so sorry! I shall retreat to my fainting couch whilst I practice my moues in my jeweled Erté compact. Choice quotes to come.
I appeared on Germany’s top chat show to promote my perfume, and I chose a green wool crepe one-shouldered Elie Saab dress that I’ve been wearing over and over for several years now.
I appreciate how embedded she is in her imagined life. She does do it well.
I decided to give a sneak peek of my new dress collection by slipping on a luscious black silk velvet dress. It has a deep plunging décolletage, and I wore it with a black lace overwire bra from my Von Follies collection that peeked out the top.
You petite minx, you!
The dress code for the evening’s dinner and parlor games was pajamas, which was right up my alley. I’ve been collecting vintage loungewear for almost 20 years. I chose a royal purple silk loungewear set that has huge Chinese-frog closures decorating the front and ties at the waist with a big silken cord. It’s actually a reproduction of a 1940s pajama set I have that is extremely rare and beautiful. And I wore a pair of mink bunny slippers that my friend Catherine D’Lish made for me as a birthday gift. They are exquisite, with Swarovski eyes and pink silk in the insides of their ears.
Why am I just not reprinting the whole article?
Caught the train from London to Paris. I love the challenge of dressing glamorously for travel, and one of my best tricks is to wear a beautiful coat.
Just a small town girl from Michigan.
I spent the morning doing some light housekeeping in my Paris apartment. I rushed from room to room in a vintage slip and one of my Wheels & Dollbaby cardigans.
Okay, now I’m just cranky. And jealous. In equal measure.
My guess is that she doesn’t own any pajama jeans.
“I headed out to the English countryside for my friend’s weekend-long birthday celebration. It was at an incredible estate with lots of grand taxidermy and objects of curiosity.”
Graaaaaaaaaaand taxidermy, just my cup of tea. One lump or two, daaaahling?
Gee, NYT, you so know what’s so fascinating about the arriviste 35% (who so wish to slim down to 1%)!