Hiro Ballroom, Maritime Hotel
Tuesday, September 6
Better than: Listening to Celebrity Skin alone in your bedroom again.
"I need a glass of wine," Courtney Love announced as she took the stage, twirling a big paper parasol through the air around her. "I need wine. Right now."
The Hole founder, widow, mother, and world's most famous alumna of the Nelson, New Zealand, College for Girls wore knee socks, black patent leather flats, something that was either a lacy girdle or an unusually sexy skort, a cream silk faux-wrap blouse that often fell open to reveal a black bra, and a black vest. Her silver-toned bracelet and rings glinted in the flashbulbs that seasoned the air; there was a phalanx of photographers in the front row, and it seemed nearly every other attendee wielded a camera phone. Because how Courtney Love looks is kind of part of it, because even for former addicts, the effects of the disease are written on the body, because she is a woman, and we evaluate women on their physical appearance constantly and regardless of professional competence, because this woman in particular had been enlisted for this party as much to be seen playing as to play--so that the right sort of people might spend Fashion Week telling each other, "I saw Courtney Love at that thing"--I will say that Courtney Love, for what it's worth, looked good. Quite good. Clear skin. Definitive proof that no matter what the women's magazines say, cellulite is genetic. She plucked at the vest. "I'm wearing the first piece of swag I ever got," she said. "Calvin Klein, 1990. It still fits."More »