Picked up by Benjamin. Walked down Madison. Stopped at the nice chocolate store way in the back of the AT&T building and they gave us some free candy so I hope they make it.
Edmund Gaultney came in and he's put some weight back on and he's looking good again. He's off macrobiotic. Peter Wise is cooking food for him.
And then the Sacklers were doing this thing at the Metropolitan Club and I was figuring out who to bring, and I should have brought Dr. Li, I guess, because I would up sitting with Dr. Linus Pauling, but I brought Paige and she had a really good time. Dr. Karen Burke would've been all over every man and the wives would've gotten mad at her. There's nobody to go after portraits for me though. We're still missing a Bob Colacello.
So cabbed to the Metropolitan Club ($5). And there's Paige sitting downstairs in the hallway. Those horrible doormen there wouldn't let her in because she didn't have a fur coat! And we ran into Richard Johnson who works at the Post and he said that Susan Mulcahy just quit. He would be a good eligible person to invite on our blind-date nights.
And Dr. Pauling took my arm, he was getting an award. Upstairs I was next to Jill Sackler, across from Martha Graham, and Jill said, "Martha's been dying to meet Linus Pauling for years and now she's next to him and doesn't know it."
I met a man who said he invented vitamin B or C.
And Dr. Pauling was telling us that the only real killer is sugar, and then Paige and I were dumbfounded later when they brought dessert and he sat there eating all these cookies. Paige dropped me off.
Warhol, A. (1989). The Andy Warhol Diaries (P. Hackett, Ed.). Pg. 694. New York: Warner Books.
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Wednesday, June 29, 1983
Richard Simmons has sort of disappeared. After being the biggest thing in America last year he's just on real early in the morning.
I was picked up by Ian Schrager and went out to Roy Cohn's annual party in Greenwich and traffic was bad because of the bridge that had collapsed, and now they say that it was a seven inch pin that caused the whole thing to go. It's so abstract. People just kept driving onto it even when it wasn't there--until a big tractor-trailer blocked it off.
I talked to Bob Colacello. he's going to Europe to do an article for Parade. Sat in a corner by the pond. Ate a fast dinner. Saw Calvin and told him that Juan Hamilton was very upset that Calvin hadn't taken his call. I guess Juan and Georgia O'Keeffe feel that they treated Calvin so well when he was out there in New Mexico with them that he should be very friendly and do favors, but then I guess Calvin feels that he spent so much money buying Georgia's paintings that he doesn't have to do anything more.
Warhol, A. (1989). The Andy Warhol Diaries (P. Hackett, Ed.). Pg. 509. New York: Warner Books.
I was picked up by Ian Schrager and went out to Roy Cohn's annual party in Greenwich and traffic was bad because of the bridge that had collapsed, and now they say that it was a seven inch pin that caused the whole thing to go. It's so abstract. People just kept driving onto it even when it wasn't there--until a big tractor-trailer blocked it off.
I talked to Bob Colacello. he's going to Europe to do an article for Parade. Sat in a corner by the pond. Ate a fast dinner. Saw Calvin and told him that Juan Hamilton was very upset that Calvin hadn't taken his call. I guess Juan and Georgia O'Keeffe feel that they treated Calvin so well when he was out there in New Mexico with them that he should be very friendly and do favors, but then I guess Calvin feels that he spent so much money buying Georgia's paintings that he doesn't have to do anything more.
Warhol, A. (1989). The Andy Warhol Diaries (P. Hackett, Ed.). Pg. 509. New York: Warner Books.
Tuesday, December 9, 1980
The news was the same news that had been on all night, pictures of John [Lennon] and old film clips. Had to take Archie and Amos down to the office to be looked at by the Lewis Allen dummy people (cab $5). When I got there Howdy Doody was waiting for me. I'm doing his portrait, he's one of the Big Myths.
After I photographed Howdy, I got into the barber's chair that the dummy people brought. They did the back of my head, they put a wig hat on me. There were two photographers and Ronnie was taking 3-D pictures. They put a gook on and covered my ears and eyes. They said, Pinch me if you want to get out of it." It was making me sick, and I had a cold, and I had phlegm that I couldn't cough up, it was awful They finally took the mold off but then they dropped it. They were saying. "We can save it, we can save it." But then they said they might have to do another one and I said, "No you're not." They stuck my hands in some more gook and that got some air bubbles so they lost a couple of fingers on that try. Then they did my teeth. And while this was going on, Ron Reagan arrived, he'd just had lunch with his father at the Waldorf. I was so out of it I couldn't really talk. Bob had given Doria the day off -- she's working for him now -- but she didn't go to the Waldorf lunch because Nancy couldn't get over the idea that her son had married without her consent.
And Bob was feeling his oats becasue the collector's issue of the Daily News that had "John Lennon Shot" headlines is the one that had the big story on him in it--"The Man Behind Andy Warhol." It was a long article, but it was boring.
I watched the John Lennon news and it's so scary. I mean, the other day, the kid named Michael who's been writing me letters for five years just walked in -- somebody buzzed him in -- and he walked over and handed me another letter and left. Where does he live? In institutions?
Warhol, A. (1989). The Andy Warhol Diaries (P. Hackett, Ed.). Pg. 347-348. New York: Warner Books.
After I photographed Howdy, I got into the barber's chair that the dummy people brought. They did the back of my head, they put a wig hat on me. There were two photographers and Ronnie was taking 3-D pictures. They put a gook on and covered my ears and eyes. They said, Pinch me if you want to get out of it." It was making me sick, and I had a cold, and I had phlegm that I couldn't cough up, it was awful They finally took the mold off but then they dropped it. They were saying. "We can save it, we can save it." But then they said they might have to do another one and I said, "No you're not." They stuck my hands in some more gook and that got some air bubbles so they lost a couple of fingers on that try. Then they did my teeth. And while this was going on, Ron Reagan arrived, he'd just had lunch with his father at the Waldorf. I was so out of it I couldn't really talk. Bob had given Doria the day off -- she's working for him now -- but she didn't go to the Waldorf lunch because Nancy couldn't get over the idea that her son had married without her consent.
And Bob was feeling his oats becasue the collector's issue of the Daily News that had "John Lennon Shot" headlines is the one that had the big story on him in it--"The Man Behind Andy Warhol." It was a long article, but it was boring.
I watched the John Lennon news and it's so scary. I mean, the other day, the kid named Michael who's been writing me letters for five years just walked in -- somebody buzzed him in -- and he walked over and handed me another letter and left. Where does he live? In institutions?
Warhol, A. (1989). The Andy Warhol Diaries (P. Hackett, Ed.). Pg. 347-348. New York: Warner Books.
Tuesday, July 1, 1980
Got up early in the morning in order to meet Bob in order to meet Paloma and Lester at MOMA (cab $3). We went around the exhibit with Paloma, she was talking and Lester was being funny, and it was exhausting, it's three floors. A guy in a wheelchair asked me for my autograph, and I said, "Don't you want Paloma Picasso's?"And he said yes, so Paloma signed and then I signed and then we had to leave because Paloma had to get back to Tiffany's where they sell her jewelry.
Old Mrs. Newhouse came to see the portraits of her husband, but her son was with her and he fell in love with the diamond-dust ones.
Oh, and David Whitney came by, we're talking to him about maybe redoing the Jewish Museum show and I'm doing a portrait of him because he's been so nice. He brought his tux, he really looked cute in it. He invited me to Thursday dinner with Philip Johnson, he said he'll send a car for me, that anyone as big as I am should have a car -- he was being funny.
Brigid went on a candy binge. She said she was going out for cigarettes but Robyn noticed that she took more money than she'd need for cigarettes, so when she got back I said, "I see chocolate on your mouth." I didn't really see any, but that worked and she admitted she'd had ice cream.
Glued myself together and went to Cote Basque to help Suzie Frankfurt celebrate -- she just got almost a million for her house and she bought a cheaper one. Mr. and Mrs. Law arrived. I think Mrs. Law is Standard Oil rich and I don't know exactly what her husband does, maybe he invests her money. That's what usually happens when you marry a rich woman. Or maybe he's rich himself, who knows. She wants me to retouch her portrait because now she's made her hair lighter. It'll probably turn out to be one of those "living portraits" where I have to to [sic] keep doing things to it.
We went over to Bonds. And John Samuels was there and he's so mean to me now. I think he tries to be nice, but he can't help himself, he says mean things. I'll have to ask him why. We were there for a few minutes. Mr. Law was dancing around and his wife said that he would get a heart attack. Oh, and Bob was there and he looked so sour. He feels he can't have fun unless he has a drink. And he and Fred are the same -- if there's no princes, they look so bored.
Warhol, A. (1989). The Andy Warhol Diaries (P. Hackett, Ed.). Pg. 297-298. New York: Warner Books.
Old Mrs. Newhouse came to see the portraits of her husband, but her son was with her and he fell in love with the diamond-dust ones.
Oh, and David Whitney came by, we're talking to him about maybe redoing the Jewish Museum show and I'm doing a portrait of him because he's been so nice. He brought his tux, he really looked cute in it. He invited me to Thursday dinner with Philip Johnson, he said he'll send a car for me, that anyone as big as I am should have a car -- he was being funny.
Brigid went on a candy binge. She said she was going out for cigarettes but Robyn noticed that she took more money than she'd need for cigarettes, so when she got back I said, "I see chocolate on your mouth." I didn't really see any, but that worked and she admitted she'd had ice cream.
Glued myself together and went to Cote Basque to help Suzie Frankfurt celebrate -- she just got almost a million for her house and she bought a cheaper one. Mr. and Mrs. Law arrived. I think Mrs. Law is Standard Oil rich and I don't know exactly what her husband does, maybe he invests her money. That's what usually happens when you marry a rich woman. Or maybe he's rich himself, who knows. She wants me to retouch her portrait because now she's made her hair lighter. It'll probably turn out to be one of those "living portraits" where I have to to [sic] keep doing things to it.
We went over to Bonds. And John Samuels was there and he's so mean to me now. I think he tries to be nice, but he can't help himself, he says mean things. I'll have to ask him why. We were there for a few minutes. Mr. Law was dancing around and his wife said that he would get a heart attack. Oh, and Bob was there and he looked so sour. He feels he can't have fun unless he has a drink. And he and Fred are the same -- if there's no princes, they look so bored.
Warhol, A. (1989). The Andy Warhol Diaries (P. Hackett, Ed.). Pg. 297-298. New York: Warner Books.
Wednesday, October 31, 1979
Bobby Zarem was having a lunch for the photo book -- Bob and I ended up calling it Exposures -- at 1:00 at Maxwell's Plum. So I stayed uptown in the morning and then met Elizinha Goncalves and Bob at the Mayfair House and we walked over to Maxwell's Plum and when we were half a block away Bobby Zarem ran toward us and screamed that we were late and how dare we and that people were waiting to see us. It was crowded, we had to work our way in. Karen Lerner was there filming for the segment she's doing on me for 20/20. She attached an invisible mike to me so I had to remember to watch what I said. It was a press party and it was basically everybody Bobby wanted to pay back for favors, I guess.
They had big AW initials in ice, three feet high, but it was melting. I didn't eat anything. Everybody got a free book, at least 100 were given out. The waiters stole lots of books and then asked me to autograph them in the kitchen, bit I didn't mind because there were nice.
Catherine was asking Steve Rubell personal questions, like, "You mean you actually did take all that money?" but he didn't seem to care. Now he's saying he made a deal with the IRS where he'll be going to jail for two days a week doing community service -- teaching people how to make discotheques on army bases for the soldiers. What a brilliant idea. Next they'll teach them how to be fairies and take drugs, right?
Later we went over in a cab to Studio 54. Halloween was so big this year, people were really dressed up in the cars, outfits with lights blinking. At Studio 54 the place was done up just great. You walked in and there were ten doors on each side and you had to go through each one, and there were mice in plastic running under your feet. And another room had a hole and you looked in and there were eight midgets having dinner and you could talk to them. They were eating chicken bones. And then in the next room there were all these rubber gloves and some were real hands. It was better than an art opening, better than a gallery show. There were some other rooms I didn't go into. It was all great. Jammed, wall-to-wall people, beautiful, I don't know where they came from.
And Esme the top model was there with Allen Finkelstein, but I wouldn't have recognized them if Tommy Pashun the florist hadn't told me, because they were dressed as Hasidic Jews, and they said that they were so amazed, that everyone was being so mean to them. A makeup guy at one of the Broadway plays had made them up. Dropped Catherine at 3:00 (cab $3.50).
Warhol, A. (1989). The Andy Warhol Diaries (P. Hackett, Ed.). Pg. 247. New York: Warner Books.
They had big AW initials in ice, three feet high, but it was melting. I didn't eat anything. Everybody got a free book, at least 100 were given out. The waiters stole lots of books and then asked me to autograph them in the kitchen, bit I didn't mind because there were nice.
Catherine was asking Steve Rubell personal questions, like, "You mean you actually did take all that money?" but he didn't seem to care. Now he's saying he made a deal with the IRS where he'll be going to jail for two days a week doing community service -- teaching people how to make discotheques on army bases for the soldiers. What a brilliant idea. Next they'll teach them how to be fairies and take drugs, right?
Later we went over in a cab to Studio 54. Halloween was so big this year, people were really dressed up in the cars, outfits with lights blinking. At Studio 54 the place was done up just great. You walked in and there were ten doors on each side and you had to go through each one, and there were mice in plastic running under your feet. And another room had a hole and you looked in and there were eight midgets having dinner and you could talk to them. They were eating chicken bones. And then in the next room there were all these rubber gloves and some were real hands. It was better than an art opening, better than a gallery show. There were some other rooms I didn't go into. It was all great. Jammed, wall-to-wall people, beautiful, I don't know where they came from.
And Esme the top model was there with Allen Finkelstein, but I wouldn't have recognized them if Tommy Pashun the florist hadn't told me, because they were dressed as Hasidic Jews, and they said that they were so amazed, that everyone was being so mean to them. A makeup guy at one of the Broadway plays had made them up. Dropped Catherine at 3:00 (cab $3.50).
Warhol, A. (1989). The Andy Warhol Diaries (P. Hackett, Ed.). Pg. 247. New York: Warner Books.
Saturday, December 25, 1976
Went out to Westbury to C.Z. Guest's for lunch. It was a magazine Christmas -- the decorations and the food and the house were just like a spread in McCalls or House and Garden, like what a house should look like on Christmas. But you'd think with all C.Z.'s involvement with flowers and gardening that she'd have real stuff, but when you looked close the wreaths and things were half plastic. C.Z. gave everyone her bug repellent for gifts.
Ninety-year-old Kitty Miller was there, she's still putting blue shoe polish in her hair. The pies were great -- apple, mince, and plum. The turkey had already been cut up like a magazine would tell you to before it got to the table so it was like a Turkey Puzzle. Kitty was drunk and when the Spanish ambassador said a few words she screamed, "I can't speak Spanish."
It started to snow a little. Said thanks and left to go home to get ready for the Jaggers'. Got to East 66th and glued. Went up to East 72nd (can $2.50). We were one of the first to arrive. Nick Scott was at the door, working. This was a job he'd come up with earn money -- being the Jaggers' houseboy. Only he was supposed to get there at 8:00 in the morning to help and he didn't arrive until 6:00 at night. I gave Jade the grey kitten from Rusty Holzer. She looked at it and said, " 'Lydia?' ... No. Harriet." I felt sorry for the cat, though, because I think it's going to have a horrible home. I don't know.
Mick sat down next to Bob Colacello and put his arm around him and offered him a pick-me-up, and Bob said, "Why yes, I am rather tired," and just as he was about to get it, Yoko and John Lennon walked in and Mick was so excited to see them that he ran over with the spoon that he was about to put under Bob's nose and put it under John Lennon's.
Halston and Loulou de la Falaise put a lot of the pick-me-up in a covered dish on the coffee table and when someone they liked would sit down they'd tell them, "Lift it up and get a surprise." Paloma Picasso was there. Jay Johnson brought Delia Doherty. The dinner was terrific. Mick and Bianca forgot to bring out the dessert, though.
Warhol, A. (1989). The Andy Warhol Diaries (P. Hackett, Ed.). Pg. 11-12. New York: Warner Books.
Ninety-year-old Kitty Miller was there, she's still putting blue shoe polish in her hair. The pies were great -- apple, mince, and plum. The turkey had already been cut up like a magazine would tell you to before it got to the table so it was like a Turkey Puzzle. Kitty was drunk and when the Spanish ambassador said a few words she screamed, "I can't speak Spanish."
It started to snow a little. Said thanks and left to go home to get ready for the Jaggers'. Got to East 66th and glued. Went up to East 72nd (can $2.50). We were one of the first to arrive. Nick Scott was at the door, working. This was a job he'd come up with earn money -- being the Jaggers' houseboy. Only he was supposed to get there at 8:00 in the morning to help and he didn't arrive until 6:00 at night. I gave Jade the grey kitten from Rusty Holzer. She looked at it and said, " 'Lydia?' ... No. Harriet." I felt sorry for the cat, though, because I think it's going to have a horrible home. I don't know.
Mick sat down next to Bob Colacello and put his arm around him and offered him a pick-me-up, and Bob said, "Why yes, I am rather tired," and just as he was about to get it, Yoko and John Lennon walked in and Mick was so excited to see them that he ran over with the spoon that he was about to put under Bob's nose and put it under John Lennon's.
Halston and Loulou de la Falaise put a lot of the pick-me-up in a covered dish on the coffee table and when someone they liked would sit down they'd tell them, "Lift it up and get a surprise." Paloma Picasso was there. Jay Johnson brought Delia Doherty. The dinner was terrific. Mick and Bianca forgot to bring out the dessert, though.
Warhol, A. (1989). The Andy Warhol Diaries (P. Hackett, Ed.). Pg. 11-12. New York: Warner Books.
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