Delicious Dita

I took home the New York Times Magazine insert that was in the newspaper at the hotel and meant to read the cover article, A Case of the Blues, about the Republican party.

Instead I read most of the article on the Harvard chastity club and ate up all of the interview with Dita Von Teese, whom I'd only heard of a couple times in reference to being married to Marilyn Manson.

After writing A Responsible Plan I needed some reading dessert with pretty pictures. Her interview was just the ticket and now I have a little crush on her persona.

Von Teese is a Burlesque dancer and all-around vintage sexpot. She collects "vintage hair combs; vintage clothes; vintage lingerie; hats; jewelry; cigarette holders." Her home is luscious and I covet its decor.

What she appreciates says everything about her taste:

"Treasured eras: For taxidermy, Victorian; for furniture, Art Deco; for lingerie, 1940s stockings and Victorian corsets; hats I like mid-1940s, when they wore the little tilted hats, like men’s hats."

Reading about this woman made me remember a part of me that has shrunken (probably for the better) over the years. The part that whiled away time aspiring to be someone from an era and place that I didn't honestly or soberly want to live in.

While I would still love some rooms as sumptuous as hers, these days it's just fun to read about a person living a fantasy and savor the details, like eating a piece of moist strawberry white chocolate cake.