Steve Rubell wanted me to go to C.Z. Guest's Christmas thing in Old Westbury, but that would have meant an hour drive out there and an hour back. I didn't want to do anything difficult because I was so afraid I was getting sick. I could feel it in my throat. Jon called from Massachusetts and wanted to know what shirt size I wore. I was the only one home, so he had to ask me. He said he'd call Halston's at 10:00.
Got home and was too tired, had some brandy and got drunk by the time I was supposed to go out. The dogs were with Jed, away for the holidays. Walked over to Halston's. Victor had called and given me the list of people who were going to be there, about twenty names, and I'd made up some packages to give them--snot rags with dollar signs. And a piece of sculpture.
Liza was there though, and Victor hadn't said she would be and I didn't have anything for her, so I said I'd give her a Martha, and she was thrilled, she threw up her arms. Liza'd been to Harlem all day to visit the sick kids in the hospital. And that's the best thing to do. Jane Holzer and I said we'd do it next year. Liza's here seeing her father, he's dying of heart problems. Pat Cleveland was there, just over hepatitis, and she kissed everybody and my resistance is so low I think I'll get it. Jane told me finally that she's madly in love with Ian Schrager and I said I didn't want to hear it because I'd only tell her negative things and then she'd only report them to him who I do really like. I told her that she should just get his business sense from him and that's it.
She'd had gold dimes made up, had them cast, and she gave one to me. She had them made up for Ian because he always puts dimes in his mouth for phone calls. It's such a clever gift.
AT 3:00 Jane dropped me off and I took aspirin and packed and took a sleeping pill.
Warhol, A. (1989). The Andy Warhol Diaries (P. Hackett, Ed.). Pg. 422. New York: Warner Books.
Showing posts with label Jed Johnson. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Jed Johnson. Show all posts
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.
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.
Wednesday, November 24, 1976 -- Vancouver -- New York
Got up at 7 A.M. in Vancouver and cabbed to the airport ($15 plus $5 tip, magazines, $5). This is the end of the trip to Seattle for the opening at the Seattle Art Museum there, then we'd gone to Los Angeles for Marisa Berenson's wedding to Jim Randall, then to Vancouver for my Ace Gallery show opening there. Nobody in Vancouver buys art, though -- they're not interested in painting. Catherine Guinness didn't get edgy till the last day when she started this annoying thing the English do -- asking me over and over, "What exactly is Pop Art?" It was like the time we interviewed that blues guy Albert King for Interview, when she kept asking, "What exactly is soul food?" So for two hours on the plane she tortured me (cab from La Guardia $13, tip $7 -- Catherine was grand and gave him the whole $20). Dropped Fred off. Got home. Ate an early Thanksgiving dinner with Jed. He'd gotten the car serviced for the drive down to Chadds Ford in the morning to Phyllis and Jamie Wyeth's.
Warhol, A. (1989). The Andy Warhol Diaries (P. Hackett, Ed.). New York: Warner Books.
Warhol, A. (1989). The Andy Warhol Diaries (P. Hackett, Ed.). New York: Warner Books.
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