I’ve always wanted to meet Courtney Love, and recently I came very close. I briefly hung out at The Phoenix Hotel in a room where Courtney Love was passed out on the floor. Except, by “Courtney Love,” I actually mean a sculpture of Courtney Love as portrayed by Lain Kay, the singer of an all-gay Hole tribute band called BUTTHOLE, by San Francisco-based artist Matt Momchilov. Greta was right to wonder why Courtney had such “man hands”!
Entitled Miss World, Momchilov created Courtney Love out of hand-painted gypsum concrete, a wig, a tiara, assorted vintage clothing, clear packing tape, Revlon “Vixen” #570 nail polish, and a constantly replenished supply of Butthole Live From NYC CDs. Sure, it’s not a dignified portrait necessarily, but props to Momchilov for taking the road less swallowed and avoiding overdosing on pills.
Is Momchilov’s Courtney Love Doll art? Are Courtney Love’s pills art? Who knows? (Who cares?) What’s important is that Momchilov is a fan:
I have always wanted to be the girl with most cake. Somewhere in the dawn of my adolescence, Hole crashed the party with sunless bruised legs in a beer-soaked baby doll dress, and set up camp — permanently. The band’s seminal second album, Live Though This, has been in the five-disc CD changer in my car for the last four years. I think the world would be hard-pressed to find anyone who has spent more time screaming along to their cathartic jams than I have, excluding, potentially, the other members of my all-fag Hole cover band, Butthole. I recently made a life-sized concrete sculpture of Butthole’s singer, Lain Kay, in full Courtney Love drag.
Maybe someday I’ll still get to meet Courtney Love. But this was pretty cool in the meantime.