Got material for ideas at the Peking Communist Store ($250). And I finally found out that Hong Kong is actually owned by the Chinese, that England just rents it! So now I know why everyone's nervous here, the lease is almost up.
The big opening of the I Club was 8:30 to 1:30. Home at 4:30. Called New York.
Warhol, A. (1989). The Andy Warhol Diaries (P. Hackett, Ed.). Pg. 466. New York: Warner Books.
Friday, October 29, 1982 -- Hong Kong
Muggy. Took the boat across the river to Kowloon ($12 there and back). We had to meet the Sius at their house way up on the hill, you can see all of Hong Kong. We were followed by the crew everywhere, every minute.
The pre-opening party was "exclusive," my dear, really grand, lots of people. The show was okay. The gym was open and they had exercises. They got me on a machine and tipped me upside down with all my pills falling out of my pockets and my hair almost fell off. Then went to the disco. It was just finished one minute before the opening. Danced with Natasha Grenfell, pushed her around, I was drunk. All our possible portraits fell through and Alfred was embarrassed. We sneaked out about 2:00.
Warhol, A. (1989). The Andy Warhol Diaries (P. Hackett, Ed.). Pg. 466. New York: Warner Books.
The pre-opening party was "exclusive," my dear, really grand, lots of people. The show was okay. The gym was open and they had exercises. They got me on a machine and tipped me upside down with all my pills falling out of my pockets and my hair almost fell off. Then went to the disco. It was just finished one minute before the opening. Danced with Natasha Grenfell, pushed her around, I was drunk. All our possible portraits fell through and Alfred was embarrassed. We sneaked out about 2:00.
Warhol, A. (1989). The Andy Warhol Diaries (P. Hackett, Ed.). Pg. 466. New York: Warner Books.
Thursday, October 28, 1982 -- Hong Kong
Up early to do the two sides of Hong Kong looking for tailors. All the kids were getting clothes except me, I'm just not a clotheshorse (cabs $4.50, 45, $6). Lunch at the I Club with Alfred Siu and about eight girls that he thought were going to have portraits done. One was an American married to a Chinese, the others were Miss America types -- Miss Taiwan, Miss This and That, and they're married rich guys from the construction business and they all hate each other and they're all beautiful. Burmese and Chinese and all gorgeous dolls dressed to kill. And after lunch Alfred's beautiful wife took us to a place where they do fortune telling and it was like 8,000 fortune tellers and you had to pick the one you wanted, so I picked this lady and I asked how my love life was and (laughs) she said I'm married to a younger lady and I'm having problems.
Warhol, A. (1989). The Andy Warhol Diaries (P. Hackett, Ed.). Pg. 465-466. New York: Warner Books.
And then Chris began taking photographs and he took some of sleeping fortune tellers and the flash woke them up and they chased us all out of the place -- I guess none of them wanted their picture taken because of the evil eye or whatever it is.
Alfred had a dinner party and it was so glamourous, we took a junk out to his private boat. He imported a crew from New York to photograph us while we were there and they were awful, seven of them, and I don't even want to remember their names. We all went to Disco-Disco, a drag queen place, and an English girl came up to me and wanted to dance and I didn't want to and she said, "You're not anything like what they write about in the papers," and I said, "Well, I know that."
Warhol, A. (1989). The Andy Warhol Diaries (P. Hackett, Ed.). Pg. 465-466. New York: Warner Books.
Wednesday, October 27, 1982 -- New York -- Hong Kong [Alfred Siu]
Arrived in Hong Kong, evening. It was hot and muggy, Florida-type weather. Twelve hours' difference in time, so you didn't have to change your watch, which was kind of great.
Alfred Siu, our host, met us. Rolls Royce and limousines. Jeffrey Deitch of Citibank was at the airport to meet us, too, and he's adorable, such a sweet guy. He'd the one who got us involved with the whole project. Mardarin Hotel. We were all on different floors -- I was in 1801, Chris in 1020, Fred in 820, and his girlfriend Natasha Grenfell in 722. I had a suite overlooking the harbor, it was very beautiful, but everyone said Hong Kong was having a recession.
And then after we got straightened up Alfred wanted us to go to the I Club to look at it, it was just a block a way in the Bank of America on the first floor and it still wasn't finished, they had three days to finish it. And we met the designer of it, Joe D'Urso. He said he'd decorated all of Calvin's apartments. Alfred is so pretty -- a spoiled, cut kid, just adorable. And Joe D'Urso is this fat little slob but really talented. Went back to the hotel, called New York.
Warhol, A. (1989). The Andy Warhol Diaries (P. Hackett, Ed.). Pg. 465. New York: Warner Books.
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