Paris. Monday, March 23rd. The Crazy Horse, Avenue Georges V. Burlesque.
Dita Von Teese!
I slipped into my Chanel trench coat, belted as a dress, put on my favorite rhinestone earrings and walked out the door of my Paris hotel room in turquoise satin shoes and a smile. I was on my way to see Dita's show at the Crazy Horse and then to meet her backstage afterwards. Camille flew over from Scotland for the show and we were both beyond excited to meet her. We were escorted into a VIP section, served the Dita cocktail...sitting in a red velvet banquette and settled in to watch an amazing show. The lights dimmed and the women appeared all dressed alike in basic nudity...we called them the stallions. And then there was Dita....and only Dita dressed in a black sequined trench coat by Elie Saab with Christian Louboutin extreme heels. Her hair was down and wavy and her cigarette smoke curled in kind. She leaned back and blew a puff of smoke high above her head. The smoke travelled back down and created a blur of a sex scene. When she turned her head to address the audience, we were already smitten. With a lift of her eyebrow, she held our breath and when she dropped her gown it was our turn to lift our eyebrows...perfect complicity! Her skin is powder compact white and her lingerie the sheerest black. When she wiggles, we can't move and when she stands still and stares, our hearts leap out. Dita....amazing Dita.
The backstage story will keep replaying in my mind for years-- a personal treasure...
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