"I know you're real star-struck doing my make-up," jokes a tired but friendly Concetta Kirschner, to Chart's make-up artist, between sips of her coffee. The two share a good laugh at the witty sarcasm as a little more gold is added to Kirshner's eyelids. Oddly, the flamboyant blonde resembles a well-behaved, innocent child throughout the make-up process. Upon request, she even abstains from conversation as the eyeliner is carefully applied. Not 10 minutes later, however, with direction from the drooling photographer, she's sprawled out like a stripper on the steel staircase of a trendy downtown nightspot, strategically folding her pants down to reveal the word "cunt" on her bright red underwear.
Welcome to the world of Princess Superstar, New York's cleavage-baring, hip-hop highness. Having spent years wandering the alleys of North America's urban underground, her latest album, Princess Superstar Is, seems a ladder to the light. On it, she spits some of the illest tracks on the street, all of which combine phat beats and lyrics that make Lil' Kim look like a choir girl. Think a female Eminem. Need we say more?
But one of the things that sets this sex kitten ahead of the pack is her sense of style, which can, at times, create some inner conflict for the self-admitted dichotomy. "Concetta is all about comfort, because basically I'm touring so much that if I could walk around in pajamas all day, I would," she offers. "However, Princess Superstar will not allow that."
So what exactly does Princess Superstar allow?
"I'm really into, like, weird shit," she offers, quickly taking on her majesty's role. "I'm not into opening up fashion magazines and seeing what's 'in.' I'm definitely the person that will go into a small boutique or thrift store to find what people don't want to wear. I think that clothes should be sexy, but also have a sense of humor to them too."
— Story by Shayne Stephens; Photo by Rob Dutchin