I wanted to go pass out Interviews but it was too late. I had to meet Christopher Gibbs from England at the office (cab $5.50). Doria Reagan was there, typing away. And they really don't have one Secret Service guy with her, and she could be with baby. I mean, don't they care about the possible grandson?
And Brigid and I are finally going to see Mary Tyler Moore on Monday. She's trying to change her image so she's a problem -- she didn't want to wear rich Halstons for the photos, and she didn't want to come to lunch with the rich Basses and she didn't want to go to rich Quo Vadis for dinner-- she wants us to meet her at John's Pizza Parlor on Bleecker Street.
And did I remember to say that Faye Dunaway called the other day? She's doing Mommie Dearest, playing Joan Crawford, and she wanted to know if I had bought Joan Crawford's heart pin at that auction and could she borrow it. But I hadn't. Faye just picks up the phone herself and calls, so she's fun, so maybe I'll call her up sometime. I'll get her number from Ara. She might be good to do a story on. I just saw Hurry Sundown on TV and she was so beautiful.
I invited Jon Gould to see 42nd Street because he's looking for ideas for Paramount and I want to suggest Popism to him as a movie, so I brought a copy. Wouldn't it be great if he got Paramount to buy it? And then I could work on it with him, he knows so much -- all these facts and figures and surveys -- he'd really be a good person to get to know.
Cabbed to Wintergarden ($4). From the first row, you can't see the feet tapping (laughs), you can only see the knees. then after the show we walked to the Russian Tea Room to meet Chris Makos who'd been to see Sphinx and loved it.
Warhol, A. (1989). The Andy Warhol Diaries (P. Hackett, Ed.). Pg. 358-359. New York: Warner Books.
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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.
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