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.