Spending time with Courtney Love is at once thrilling and exhausting. I’m at
the Style photo-shoot in downtown Manhattan, but we may as well be on stage
at Carnegie Hall. Love’s new album, Nobody’s Daughter, is playing and she is
whirling around, throwing layers of her white chiffon dress up and down (it
looks as if it has been dipped in vermilion; she calls it “the tampon”).
Love, 5ft 10in, plus 7in heels, is chucking her skinny frame about as her
eyes — part Princess Diana, part vampire — roll back in her head. What will
she do next? She falls out of her dress, baring her breasts like war wounds.
It’s the stripper in her, of course.
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