Showing posts with label Bruno Bishofberger. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Bruno Bishofberger. Show all posts

Wednesday, December 14, 1983



Bruno came and drove us crazy. He didn’t bring Jean Michel’s rent payment, so later I called Jean Michel about his rent being due and then I had a fight with Jay because he gave Jean Michel my home phone number. He said, “Oh, I didn’t know you didn’t want…” I yelled at him, “Are your brains still with you?” I mean, he knew I wouldn't have Jean Michel coming up to my house -- I mean he's a drug addict so he's not dependable. You can't have -- I mean, so then why would I want him to have my home phone? Jay should have known better.
     And Richard Weisman sent us tickets to the hockey game because Wayne Gretzky invited us.
     And Since I'd called Jean Michel about the rent I felt bad so I invited him to the hockey game and I sent Jay home early so he could drop off the ticket to him.
     And Robyn Geddes came by about getting his old job back, but Fred had to tell him he couldn't have it. And Fred called to remind me not to wear bluejeans to the hockey game because we were going to "21" afterwards.
     So then I met the shiatsu guy who Richard Weisman recommended and he worked on me for an hour and a half and he was really good, a thorough professional. He told me that when I cross my legs I should cross them left to right or right to left -- I forget which -- because one side is weaker than the other, but I told him I never cross my legs (laughs). But I'm looking now and here I sit talking with them crossed...anyway, so I made a standing appointment for every Wednesday at 7:30. His name is Eizo, and his philosophy is: "You are young you are young you are young, therefore you are young."
     I lied about my age, I told him I was forty-four. And he said, "Oh that's my age, too!" I guess he knew I was lying. But I felt wonderful afterwards. 


Warhol, A. (1989). The Andy Warhol Diaries (P. Hackett, Ed.). Pg. 543. New York: Warner Books.

Saturday, March 22, 1980

Worked till 7:30. Then cabbed to Si Newhouse's ($4) on East 70th Street--a big wide house. An art party. Bruno Bischofberger was there. And Mel Bochner the artist who was married to Dorothea Rockburn the artist and got ideas from her. And Mary Boone who said she'll give Ronnie a show, but he's not interested because she calls him every night at 4:00 in the morning. Carl Andre was there. I invited the Newhouse daughter to lunch on Monday, she's just a shy girl, but then I found out that her parents were divorced when she was little, so I don't know if she's in the bucks or not. Mark Lancaster was there.
   Bianca was talking on the phone to Steve Rubell in jail, and Steve was having to put in nickels every three minutes. Because you can't call them and you can't write them letters, or he doesn't want you to or something. Somebody asked him if the phone was tapped and he said, "no, no." But then somebody else was saying that when they talked to him before, they could hear a guy warning him to watch what he said. Another inmate giving him advice.
   Steve said he's having a wonderful time, that he's put on eleven pounds, and he had sloppy rice for dinner. He said that if he can get his liquor license back for Studio 54 then he'll liquidate, because it'll be easier to get rid of it with a liquor license.
     He said the top people were there. I think he said Sindona, but I'm not sure. He said Ian sleeps all the time. Bianca was saying all these things to him, like that she was going to Magique later to try it out and that she'd been at Xenon the night before. I guess she thinks that kind of talk--that that's the kind of talk that'll excite him. He kept putting nickels in. Bianca had John Samuels there, he got a haircut, and he looks fifteen."

Warhol, A. (1989). The Andy Warhol Diaries (P. Hackett, Ed.). Pg. 273. New York: Warner Books.