warhol metadata thesis project: 1977

Sunday, October 16, 1977

David Whitney called about going together to the Jasper Johns opening that night at the Whitney -- Philip Johnson was going with Blanchette Rockefeller.
     Pretty day. Cabbed downtown ($3.50) then walked to work. Richard Weisman and his little kids arrived and Margaret Trudeau was with them. She's really split up with her husband now so she lets herself be photographed with anybody, and I guess she's been dating Richard for a while. She was primping the kids' hair. I didn't have enough light bulbs though, and they fought over the teddy bear.
     Cabbed to the Whitney ($2). Bob Rauschenberg blew me a kiss in the elevator and then later came over and said it was silly to blow a kiss so he kissed me. Jasper was drinking Jack Daniel's It was a small party, just for lenders, old people. I ran downstairs to get a catalogue and then I looked around to have Jasper sign it, but I couldn't find him so I had Rauschenberg sign it, and then I did find Jasper and he rubbed out Rauschenberg's signature and signed "To a Lender."
     John Cage was there with Lois Long, de Antonio's first wife. Jack and Marion Javits were there, and Jack gave a speech. Robert Rosenblum was there, and he just got married. I guess it's another Nicky Weymouth-Kenny Jay Lane-type thing. He's from the gay old Henry Geldzahler crowd. Mrs. Irving who's the president of the museum whose mother is a Whitney was there. She lives down the street from me and I've asked her a few times if I could rent the garage space in her carriage house for the car. I want it so badly, but nothing ever happens. At the Whitney she said that she definitely would call me -- and I think it's because I ran into her husband going into the garage that morning.
     When we sat down to dinner there were packages of Philip Morris cigarettes at each place -- they were the sponsor -- and when nobody was taking them I took them "for the box." There was one red one but I couldn't get it.

Warhol, A. (1989). The Andy Warhol Diaries (P. Hackett, Ed.). Pg. 82. New York: Warner Books.

Tuesday, October 11, 1977

Cabbed up to Parke Bernet, got a few catalogues because they seem to be the best reference books (cab $2, books $24). Ran into Kenny Jay Lane who's put his whole house and furnishings up for auction -- now that he's getting divorced from Nicky Weymouth he can present it as something he's doing "for the settlement." Whey you see all his junk together, it really looks bad.
     Went to Chembank ($4). Steve Aronson was at 860 looking around, he had a beautiful girl with him. He says he can't start editing Popism until next week. Vincent was off in Montauk, checking on the place -- Jay Johnson and Tom Cashin are still out there roofing and repairing. By closing time Vincent still wasn't back, so I locked the place up myself. And when it's my responsibility, I get so nervous I do things like pull out the plugs to the Xerox machines so they won't start a spontaneous combustion; I decided I would risk leaving the refrigerator on. When I got home there was a message from Barry Landau, somehow he'd gotten my number. So now the three worst people to have your unlisted number have mine -- Bob Weiner, Steve Rubell, and Barry Landau.
     Lester Persky Called and invited me to a screening of Equis. I loved Peter Firth, he was wonderful and Richard Burton was wonderful. The movie has the longest nudity. Usually when they photograph a cock they make it fall in the shadows and the shadows always fall where the cock is. But in this movie the cock always falls right where you can see it. Peter Firth's dick gets in the way when he moves. It's the biggest cock on screen and not circumcised. As big as Joe Dallesandro's.
     Peter Firth came over to me, he'd imported a girl from England for all the publicity and she was there and we had a good time. There was lots of food, but I'd already eaten. Then Peter Firth wanted to take the girl dancing so we walked over to Studio 54 for the Elton John thing. Stevie invited us all up to the booth where Michael Jackson was and Michael was sweet -- in his high voice he asked me about art. David Hockney was there. The photographers were there and wanted Elton John and me to pose for pictures together so I asked Elton if I could kiss him, but he didn't answer me so I didn't. Maybe he didn't hear me. He was wearing a hat because of his hair transplant.
     In order to get out of Studio 54 alone, I had to avoid all the boys I've been accepting rides and dates from lately. I had to look nervous and run around so no one would follow me -- you know, the "frantic" technique.

Warhol, A. (1989). The Andy Warhol Diaries (P. Hackett, Ed.). Pg. 80-81. New York: Warner Books.

Tuesday, September 6, 1977 -- Paris

Went to Castel's for dinner. As we were going upstairs Fred noticed that Joe Dallesandro was there so he went down to ask him to come up and join us but Joe said no and that began to bother Fred. So then Fred began drinking champagne. Lots of people there -- Caroline of Monaco's fiance Philippe Junot, Florence Grinda's brother, and *Pam Sakowitz who's getting divorced. Fred kissed her hand. Then Fred had an argument with a waiter about the fish forks. I asked Fred why he was so upset, if that meant he'd had an affair with Joe, and he didn't answer me. We learned more about Fred with every new champagne bottle. Then he decided to go and make Joe come up. Joe looked so dirty, his teeth were so dirty, like licorice. He talked loud, said he drinks a bottle of bourbon a day. He's making a movie with Maria Schneider -- they're playing zombies. He put down his girlfriend Stefania Cassini who left him. Said that he bought her $5,000 necklaces that she'd hid in the safe and then go run around Rome calling herself a Communist. Now he's having affairs with boys and girls -- just anybody, he said. he asked us to join him downstairs because he had a table. We said that we'd be down. Later he came back and screamed that they were taking away his table so we should hurry up. He had some rich illustrator paying for it all. Joe started dancing with two black guys, and Fred was getting drunker and started dancing with them, too. I got so embarrassed that I left.

Warhol, A. (1989). The Andy Warhol Diaries (P. Hackett, Ed.). Pg. 66-67. New York: Warner Books.

[NOTE: AKA Pam Zauderer; Pam Zauderer-Bryan]

Tuesday, June 28, 1977

Went down to the office were Interview was having a lunch for the Schenley's liquor people. I was in and out of lunch because I was painting with the sponge mop in the back. I haven't peed on any canvases this week. This is for the Piss paintings. I told Ronnie not to pee when he gets up in the morning -- to try to hold it until he gets to the office, because he takes lot of vitamin B so the canvas turns a really pretty color when it's his piss. Answered a few phone calls myself. A couple of cute kids from Sweden came by. Sent Ronnie for photo supplies ($5.95).
Cabbed to "21" ($5.50). Vincent picked me up. It had just started to rain. Dinner was with Peter Beard and his friend Harry Horn from Kenya. People were streaming upstairs for a dinner that Diane Von Furstenberg was giving for Egon's birthday. I was surprised when I saw Diane's mother -- she didn't look Jewish, she was small and blonde. Then Mick in a lime suit came in with Jerry Hall. I thought things were fishy with Mick and Jerry and then the plot started to thicken. Mick was so out of it that I could tell the waiters were scared he'd pass out. His head was so far back and he was singing to himself. The top part of his body was like jelly and the bottom half was tapping 3,000 taps a minute. He was putting his sunglasses on and off. Mick started going after Vincent, but it was just a ruse, because I found out later from Fred he's really passionately in love with Jerry, and it looks like there's trouble for Bianca. Jerry was saying , "I really have to go," and when Peter was going to go with her to get a cab she said, "Oh, that's all right, Mick will drop me off."
Then we went next door for a continuing party for Egon, this one given at New York/New York by Diane de Beauvau. Franco Rossellini was there with a big black and blue nose, and you couldn't see anything but that, but I wanted to be discreet in case somebody had hit him, so I ignored it until Franco said finally, "By the way, have you noticed my nose? My little dog bit me." He has a dachshund, so I got nervous. He took it to a funeral and the dachshund, Felix, got upset and bit his nose and wouldn't let go.

Warhol, A. (1989). The Andy Warhol Diaries (P. Hackett, Ed.). Pg. 55-56. New York: Warner Books.

Thursday, March 31, 1977

Lunch with Victor ($16), then we walked over to the loft building on 19th and Fifth that Maxime's moving into and that Victor is thinking of buying a floor in, too. I tried to discourage him, saying that it was really too small. It was. I can't figure out why Maxime wants to go there, it's no bigger than her apartment. She says, "I just want one big room," but when she moves all her furniture in, it won't even look or feel big at all. And it costs $32,000.
   Victor and his boyfriend walked me back to the office. A fortune teller told Victor's boyfriend that he would be hit by a cab. Then she said maybe that wasn't right, that she'd better read the tarot cards, too, so she did, and then she said, "It's going to happen even quicker than I thought." So now the kid is really worried. She charged him $5 and first he said, "I'm not going to pay you for telling me that," and she said he had to so he did. How could a person do that! I mean, that's the kind of thing that really really really stays in your mind. The reason the kid went there in the first place was because his friends had told him she was so good. To make him feel better all I could think to say was that maybe she could see he was a careless person and had told him that to make him more careful.
     I was invited to Diane Von Furstenberg's dinner for Sue Mengers. Went home, glued myself together, cab to DVF's ($2.25). It was a very haeavy newspaper-reporter dinner. Mr. Grunwald from Time magazine, Nora Ephron -- didn't see her husband, Carl Bernstein, though -- Helen Gurley Brown and her husband David, Irene Selznick, and DVF's boyfriend, Barry Diller. I was feeling very talkative so I talked and I talked, but nobody listened to anything I said, they just ignored me. I know that Diller doesn't like me, so I worked hard to change his mind but he was still awful to me.
     Bianca was there. I thought she'd already left for Paris. She was saying out loud everything I was thinking -- what two bitches Diane Von Furstenberg and Sue Mengers were -- and she said, "At least Sue can be funny sometimes." Sue was on her way to Europe to meet her husband, who only lets her see him once every couple of months, I think.
     I told Irene Selznick that I'd seen a great picture of her at George Cukor's. I was raving about California so much that everybody thinks I'm moving htere.
     Helen Gurley Brown sat at my feet and I talked to her about California. Bianca was talking about how boring all these people were to Mr. Grunwald, she didn't know who he was, and then after he went away I told her. They were all two-faced people there, and Diane only invited me to pay me back for the Interview cover, and I mean, who cared. Diane is very skinny. Dino De Laurentiis came late with his wife, Silvana Mangano, she was wearing a white Oscar de la Renta and said she was cold.
     Egon Von Furstenberg came in with his girlfriend, the one that used to come to the Factory who I can't stand, and I guess she finally realizes that I hate her, because she didn't say anthing to me. Her name starts with M, something like Marita. He'll never marry her.
     Bianca said she wanted to go dancing and called her answering service but there was nothing on it so she stayed. She was wearing a thrift-store dress that she got in California that was really beautiful. When the De Laurentiises walked by us to leave she said, "They're full of shit." I left alone. Had a horrible time.


Warhol, A. (1989). The Andy Warhol Diaries (P. Hackett, Ed.). Pg. 38-39. New York: Warner Books.

Saturday, March 12, 1977

Up early, beautiful day. Went down to Subkoff's Antiques to see ideas (cab $3). Walked over to the office. Bob was there, looking through pictures for the photo book Bob and I are doing. Vincent went out and got the paper, and that's where the headline was: "MOVIE DIRECTOR CHARGED WITH RAPE." Roman Polanski. With a thirteen-year-old-girl he took to a party at Jack Nicholson's house, and when the police went over to Jack's the next day after the girl's parents called them, they searched the house and Anjelica got arrested for coke.
     Victor had told me that I absolutely had to watch the Dinner with Halston show on channel 5 -- Metromedia.
    This is the idea that we submitted to Larry Freeberg at Metromedia and they turned down, and now they’re doing with other people. Halston’s guests were Bianca, Joe Eula, the acupuncture doctor—Giller, Jane Holzer, Victor. It was very boring. They’d asked me to go on this show and I said no because they’d ripped off my idea.
     It was a live dinner with a seven-second delay. Joe Eula said "bullshit" once and it was cut. The only real-life thing missing at the table was coke, and no runs to the bathroom. Victor was the life of the dinner, he took his fake mustache off. He used to have a real one but he’d shaved it off probably because he hates the acupuncture doctor who has one, but he put one on for the show. He also had a plastic chicken with him and kept talking to it, telling it to "say hello to Andy." Joe Eula and Victor had a tiff at the table, something about me. Joe told Victor, "Let Andy speak for himself, why he’s not here," and that’s when Victor—on Metromedia—said that Metromedia had ripped me off. So he was great.
     Jane didn’t have the right makeup on so she didn’t look good, and they kept referring to her as "the renowned fashion model." The dinner degenerated into throwing drinks. Maybe they’d decided on that because they’re supposed to be the "wild set." Jane threw champagne in the air and then everybody started but it looked so lame, and so Victor poured his in her lap. Victor and Halston were having a quarrel—you could tell because Victor announced that he wasn’t going to do Halston’s windows anymore, that he was now "an artist for hire," and the camera went close on Halston’s hard face. At one point Halston or Bianca or somebody actually said, "Let’s take this hour and a half and just go with it!" And that’s when most people probably shut their TVs off, the thought of something like that dragging on for an hour and a half must’ve made them gag.
     And meanwhile who should Fred be at dinner with but Larry Freeberg, who’d stolen the idea from me in the first place. They were all at the Hermitage, at a dinner for Nureyev, and Freeberg was with Lee Radziwill—they’re planning to do a channel 5 dinner with her, too.
Halston was having a "cast party" at his place after the show. When I got there, Mick had come by. He was cute—he told Bianca how good she was on the show, but around 4:00 he wanted to leave and she didn’t so she stayed. Everyone was mad at Victor, saying he’d ruined the show, so he’d already left to go barring.

Warhol, A. (1989). The Andy Warhol Diaries (P. Hackett, Ed.). Pg. 30-31. New York: Warner Books.