In promotion of her upcoming art opening "And She's Not Even Pretty," Courtney Love has been popping up in the press a lot lately for reasons both good and bad. Few publications, however, have managed to deliver such an intense and interesting look into the musician-turned-visual-artist's head as well as New York Magazine's Grub Street, which is, of all things, a food blog that asked Ms. Love to chronicle her daily eating habits. The result is far greater than your average celebrity food journal, with Love revealing all sorts of fascinating tidbits about a life that seems to walk the finest of lines between rigid structure (she eats the same chicken potpie and potato salad from Dean & Deluca every day) and complete chaos ("sometimes I forget to eat").
Love's immense wealth (or, at the very least, wealthy spending habits) becomes immediately apparent when she reveals that every day begins with a breakfast in bed and a leg massage from her house manager, though things truly become interesting when she discusses her strange sugar habit that, along with keeping a fresh cake in her house at all times (a tip she picked up from L.A. neighbor Paris Hilton), involves eating sugar every morning from 4-5 a.m — a dependence she claims took the place of her drug addiction:
My whole 4 a.m. to 5 a.m. sugar thing is a problem. When I lived at the Mercer Hotel, they literally called an admin meeting on how to make the perfect warm sugar cookie for me in the middle of the night. Last night I got into some Jeni's Ice cream in Ugandan Vanilla Bean. I stopped doing dope in the nineties, but I've had to eat sweets at 4 or 5 a.m. ever since.
She then adds, "I hate chocolate. Fuck chocolate. Kurt hated chocolate, too - that was one of the things we had in common."
The food journal itself is rather limited, considering that Love eats basically the same thing any day of the week (sugar, toast, potpie and potato salad), however, the topic does lead to some engrossing, albeit bewildering, commentary on her own health and physique:
Sometimes I forget to eat. Right now I'm 125 pounds and five foot, eleven inches, but my "rock weight" was 160. I think I'm a sexy beast at 160, but Gwyneth is the one who told me that if you want to act, and I do want to get back to acting, "You are your own advertisement."
Love also theorizes on her own body chemistry:
My testosterone level is 358, which is crazy because I don't have a beard, no acne, and I'm not a lesbian. You know that fat chick with zits who thinks she can steal your boyfriend because she believes she's actually hot? That's her testosterone talking! But I also have more estrogen than normal. So doctors expect me to have a beard and these massive Dolly Parton tits. I'm explaining this to help understand why maybe my diet is odd.
Overall, the article is as dizzying as Courtney Love's public persona. In addition to Gwyneth Paltrow and Paris Hilton, she also mentions Mario Batali ("Why bother knowing anyone else?"), Michael Stipe, Bono, André Balazs, Fred Armisen and Edward Norton, making you feel like you're being taken on a walking tour of the Mercer Hotel by Love herself (in this hypothetical, you are slightly puzzled and very drunk). Luckily, she drops insights as often as she does names, giving the reader a look into the life of a person who, adore or despise her, is unarguably a true eccentric.
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Courtney Love Is Hooked on Chicken Potpie and Pineapple Upside-Down Cake [Grub Street]