Showing posts with label Florence Grinda. Show all posts
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Tuesday, September 6, 1977 -- Paris

Went to Castel's for dinner. As we were going upstairs Fred noticed that Joe Dallesandro was there so he went down to ask him to come up and join us but Joe said no and that began to bother Fred. So then Fred began drinking champagne. Lots of people there -- Caroline of Monaco's fiance Philippe Junot, Florence Grinda's brother, and *Pam Sakowitz who's getting divorced. Fred kissed her hand. Then Fred had an argument with a waiter about the fish forks. I asked Fred why he was so upset, if that meant he'd had an affair with Joe, and he didn't answer me. We learned more about Fred with every new champagne bottle. Then he decided to go and make Joe come up. Joe looked so dirty, his teeth were so dirty, like licorice. He talked loud, said he drinks a bottle of bourbon a day. He's making a movie with Maria Schneider -- they're playing zombies. He put down his girlfriend Stefania Cassini who left him. Said that he bought her $5,000 necklaces that she'd hid in the safe and then go run around Rome calling herself a Communist. Now he's having affairs with boys and girls -- just anybody, he said. he asked us to join him downstairs because he had a table. We said that we'd be down. Later he came back and screamed that they were taking away his table so we should hurry up. He had some rich illustrator paying for it all. Joe started dancing with two black guys, and Fred was getting drunker and started dancing with them, too. I got so embarrassed that I left.

Warhol, A. (1989). The Andy Warhol Diaries (P. Hackett, Ed.). Pg. 66-67. New York: Warner Books.

[NOTE: AKA Pam Zauderer; Pam Zauderer-Bryan]

Monday, January 10, 1977

Fred had to to to a meeting at our lawyer Bob Montgomery's about the New World distributing deal for Bad. Roger Corman himself hasn't seen Bad but Fred says that doesn't matter because Corman doesn't pick the movies, that this other guy Bob Rehme does. They'll try different ways of opening it around the country to see what works best before bringing it into New York.
     Bianca called and invited me to a dinner that Regine was giving for Florence Grinda, and Catherine and Victor got on the phone and said they wanted to come, too, so she told them to come for coffee.
     Andrea Portago had called me earlier and asked me to take her to the dinner, and I told her it wasn't my invitation so I couldn't, but to call Bianca and she did and Bianca was thrilled, because she's after Andrea's brother, Tony, and Andrea and Tony would come together. Andrea picked me up with her brother. We went to Regine's.
     Bianca was wearing a strapless Halston Dress. There were South Americans at a lot of tables. The dinner hadn't started yet, and while they were still in pre-dinner, at the bar, Catherine and Victor walked in for "coffee." When dinner started they were put at a separate little table, and when Victor pointed at my table and said he wanted the same thing, they said, "You'll have to pay for it," and he said fine. The food was awful. Regine was sort of rude to Victor and Catherine.
     Diane Von Furstenberg was there. She'd called me to be her date for a CBS filiming of her on Thrusday, she thought we'd make an interesting TV couple, and I told her I'd be out of town -- I'm actually not leaving until Friday -- but to come down to my party on Tuesday night with her TV crew. But when Regine invited me for Thursday night dinner DVF overheard me say yes -- it's for Russian Easter -- and said how dare I have lied to her, so I was caught and I just said I'd made a mistake.
     Victor gave out fake poppers. Regine said they smelled like feet and I told her they were called "Locker Room" and she like that. Bianca started to giggle and she was carrying on over a popper with Tony Portago, and they were sort of making out, but she pulled herself together, she realized that she couldn't do that in public, but she's the most beautiful when she giggles, and she loves those poppers. Some fans came over and I signed autographs. When Victor and Catherine and I left it was around 2:30 and the Portago driver dropped us.
     Then at 4:00 A.M. Tom Cashin called to talk to Jed because Jay had cut his arm and was bleeding and so Jed went to take him to the hopital. And then Jay called from the hospital, and that drama went on until 9 A.M.

Warhol, A. (1989). The Andy Warhol Diaries (P. Hackett, Ed.). Pg. 13-14. New York: Warner Books.