Sunday Styles Explores the Many Faces Of Courtney Love

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The New York Times delved into the crazy, kooky world of Courtney Love this past Sunday, and it's just as bizarre and quotable as you'd expect a trip down the rabbit hole with the singer would be. We realize that Courtney has had many different, ahem, looks in the past, but her current multifacetedness is especially intriguing, so here's a quick guide to the many Courtneys on display in the article.

Naked Courtney: "Shortly after 8 p.m., Ms. Love burst into the room with the Marchesa dress slung on one arm and the noted German Neo-Expressionist artist Anselm Kiefer on the other. She was entirely naked and leaning on Mr. Kiefer for support....She pulled over her head a transparent lace dress that covered up nothing, and demanded my assistance....to stuff her feet into a pair of black Givenchy heels....She grabbed a trench coat, walked through the hotel lobby with her breasts exposed to an assortment of prominent fashion figures, including Stefano Pilati, the Yves Saint Laurent designer, and then exited the hotel."

Packrat Courtney: "While waiting in her room, I noticed the following things: There were two full-size rolling racks packed with designer clothes, a pile of jewelry from Hollister, a shopping bag from Lululemon, a pack of Marlboro Gold cigarettes, fashion magazines, a guitar, faxes from Grazia, three wilting bouquets of peonies and roses, a nondisclosure contract, chocolates from Vosges and a neatly stacked pile of books with titles like Talking the Winner's Way, 100 Words Every Word Lover Should Know, Getting Even, How to Instantly Connect With Anyone, and What to Say to Get Your Way."

Courtney as frat-house foodie: "At one point, she took me upstairs to her room to show me some clothes. The bed was unmade, and there was an overflowing ashtray on the night stand next to five prescription bottles and some junk food. 'These are my wakeup cupcakes, some anti-depressants and a cellphone book.'"

Courtney as respectable mother: "She came across as calm, funny and well read. She barely smoked, and was excited about the possibilities she sees before her as she finalizes a lease on a town house in the West Village, even expressing hope that her 18-year-old daughter, who was granted legal emancipation in 2009, will return to her. 'I know that my daughter will come around and stop with this stuff, as long as I let it go,' she said."

Courtney as worrywart: "[Courtney] made a promise to herself that, if she were to get the lease to [Milly Jovovich's former town house], then she would give up worrying about money, be polite to everyone and stop taking antidepressants. When she got home, she said, she found out that she got the house."

Most important to the article, though, is Courtney as fashionista. After failing to get a designer to loan her a dress to the Grammys, she dove crazyhead first into the world of fashion, transforming herself from a woman who literally sewed grungy scraps of fabric together into mishmosh dresses into the owner of a stunning number of sleek sheath dresses. Still, her haphazard old style isn't gone completely. Early in the article, two assistants stand in the living room of designer Lorraine Kirke, trying to help the star pack.

"Is this Courtney's?" one asked, picking up a black coat.

"What is it?" asked the other.

"Jill Stuart."

"Courtney doesn't wear Jill Stuart."

Two pages later, the coat reappears as Courtney is on her way out.

As we left, she picked up the Jill Stuart coat.

"What is this?" she asked.

Shrugging, she put it on.

· Courtney Love — 'I'd Like To Be Trusted Again' [NY Times]