Fifteen years and one day after Andy Warhol’s queer muse, Fred Herko took a flying grand jete from the fifth floor of a New York apartment building, in what can only be described as the ultimate last dance; Matthew van Roden was born. Raised by a working class family who knew not the strange creature who had landed with a similar splat into their lives, the child was taught the ways of a terrifying and charismatic God. The young Matthew strove to transform their very nature into the image of the Divine, a quest that lingers in their blood to this day, swilling with gin and glitter and emanating a stench that is simultaneously repugnant and irresistible. Something you can’t hate, but you can’t love; something in-between.
Photo: Fiona Morrison