Showing posts with label Faye Dunaway. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Faye Dunaway. Show all posts

Monday, September 20, 1982

It was a busy day but I left early to catch Lana Turner at Bloomingdale's ($8). Bought one of her books ($16). Then went up to her and she said, "I don't think I want to talk to you I've taken you out of my prayers, you said I was better when I hadn't found God, so now I pray for you -- badly." So I think it was something I said in the Faye Dunaway interview in Interview, I guess she read it. and I didn't know what to do, I was a nervous wreck, I said, "Oh no, Lana, you've got to pray for me, please put me back in your prayers!" And I said, "Oh won't you please autograph your book to me?" And so she finally did and wrote "To a Friend" with a question mark and then "God Bless You" with another question mark. And Lana and her fairy hairdresser and I were all there with the same hair.

Warhol, A. (1989). The Andy Warhol Diaries (P. Hackett, Ed.). Pg. 461. New York: Warner Books.

Thursday, February 11, 1982

The Oscar nominations came out. And Faye didn't get nominated for Mommie Dearest. If that isn't acting...

Warhol, A. (1989). The Andy Warhol Diaries (P. Hackett, Ed.). Pg. 429. New York: Warner Books.

Thursday, February 19, 1981

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.