To the left: Dita Von Teese managing to exit a car without falling prey to the gynecological scourge that's been befalling starlets for the past couple of years. After the cut, see into Evan Rachel Wood's future . . . see into the flesh wallet that used to house Marilyn Manson's gothic death lance. Spoo-oo-ooky!
Dita is such a puzzle! She dresses like an Ernst Lubitsch movie come to life, yet wearing anachronistically confusing modern G-strings. Or is that a strip of pubic fur? One thing's for sure–when she claims that she left her marriage with nothing and is not asking for one cent, she means it. Instead of a pricey car service or limo (or middle-age crisis Fiero), she frugally takes a cab, and it looks as if she's wearing the very shoes in which she escaped the Manson connubial home, tripping willy-nilly over candelabras and pentagrams and goat skeletons.
And Dita can be seen in an even nakeder fashion at MrSkin.com.
