But I miss being able to look like my weird punk self all the time, even on airplanes. Sometimes it’s about looking bigger.’ As I’ve gotten older, the black hair made less sense on my face. “A stylist told me the other day that I should grow my bangs out, and I had to tell her, ‘It’s not always about being pretty. She still keeps her bangs very short, though, to remind herself of the girl she used to be. Whereas she had short jet-black hair before, Ditto’s hair now falls in soft chestnut waves around her shoulders.
Leaning forward in her fuzzy seat at the hotel, Ditto giggles and confesses to me that the fanciest item currently on her body is actually the hair extensions that she had recently put in to celebrate the release of Fake Sugar and to signify a kind of visual break between her Gossip self and her new solo persona. Wearing two custom Gucci outfits (first, a periwinkle pantsuit printed all over with golden leaves, complete with a matching crystal headdress and fan she later changed into a green brocade mini with a matching jeweled head wrap to rock out in), she was not only the best-dressed star at the event, but also something of its central showpiece. A few weeks after we meet, Ditto would go on to bring the house down when performing at the after-party for the latest Gucci Cruise presentation in the Serre Torrigiani gardens in Florence.
“ Where are we, by the way? At first, I thought, Does this place belong to Burt Bacharach?” She pokes her tiny feet out from underneath the table to show me the red Gucci mules she also donned for the occasion. I figured I should wear something fancy while I was here,” she says, curling her accent around “fancy” to stretch it into three syllables. The dress is from 2008 and is one of Ditto’s favorites. She wears a black silk Mulberry minidress printed with playful roses and women’s faces by the quirky British illustrator Julie Verhoeven. When the server arrives, Ditto orders a black coffee by asking for “ditch water,” a small homage to her Searcy, Arkansas, roots. “My whole life, everyone would say, ‘Beth, your voice just carries,’ which is kind of a nice way to say, ‘You talk really loud.’ I guess it’s a gift?” She puts her hand under her chin and bats her eyelashes with goofy false modesty. “I’m sorry, I can’t help it, my entire family is so loud,” she says. She laughs, and the sound echoes through the space. “I wish we could just pretend to powder our noses and listen to them for two hours.” “I love hearing New York women talk,” she whispers in a hushed Arkansas twang. Ditto swivels her head around so that she can delicately eavesdrop on their conversation. The only sounds are a quiet lounge playlist piped in overhead and the chattering of two elegant older women lunching behind us in pearls. They were not wrong: The restaurant, which is festooned with a giant sphere made of hundreds of red roses, is eerily silent, as if we are sitting inside a remote gypsum cave. We are inside the Baccarat Hotel on 53rd Street in midtown Manhattan, a location that Ditto’s team felt would be a quiet respite from her whirlwind week promoting Fake Sugar, her first solo record after leaving her band, Gossip.
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Beth Ditto is sitting in a high-backed faux-fur armchair inside a room that’s literally dripping with crystals: There are crystal chandeliers, crystal tabletops, and floor-to-ceiling crystal windows that bend the light so that pedestrians walking below look like skittering rainbows.
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