Showing posts with label Mick Jagger. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Mick Jagger. Show all posts

Friday, August 2, 1985

The Tina Turner concert was great. I thought she was copying Mick Jagger but then somebody told me she taught him how to dance. And oh, what is Ron Delsener's problem? He never got us backstage passes and he's complaining to me about Cornelia wanting free tickets, and I felt like saying to him, "Look, you want to get into society -- well, someday she might invite you to that big party, you know?"
     The wife of Glenn Frey of the Eagles came over to me, and Cornelia screamed. "Get away, you groupie!"-- so mean and rude. She picked all that up from hanging around with Boy George and Marilyn.

Warhol, A. (1989). The Andy Warhol Diaries (P. Hackett, Ed.). Pg. 666. New York: Warner Books.

Thursday, March 25th, 1982

Lord Jermyn was giving a dinner for Fred at the Odeon (Cab $8). It's such a long ride down there. Mick Jagger arrived and that was the big moment, everybody in the place got excited. And Charlie Watts was with him. No Jerry. They were on the loose. Julian Schnabel still wants to paint me, and he says Saturday is the only day he can do it because he's going away. He gets $40,000 for a portrait, he's the Jim Dine of the eighties. He's copies people's work and he's pushy and he's a friend of Ronnie's and he's married a rich girl already. I'm going to have to sit for it. He does it abstract, anyway, but I guess I have to because he wants the inspiration.
     I ordered sweetbreads which I hate so that I wouldn't eat anything. Then we went to John Samuels's birthday party at his father's big loft on Broadway. Jane Holzer was talking about Ian Schrager, she's so hot for him, she said he's the best sex, and we sat there talking till 2:00 so I missed Jon's call from California.

Warhol, A. (1989). The Andy Warhol Diaries (P. Hackett, Ed.). Pg. 434-435. New York: Warner Books.

Monday, December 31, 1979

I decided to make it easy and just go to Halston's for New Year's Eve. I wrapped gifts for Jade. Went over at 10:00. It was small there, black tie. Bob Denison and Jane Holzer were there, so I guess they've made up. Nancy North and Bill Dugan. Victor called from California and said he was having a good time out there. When the New Year came in we did kisses and ate. Dr. Giller was there. It was just so nice. Jade loved all the presents I brought her. Steve Rubell was there. Then at 3:00 Bianca wanted to go to Woody Allen's party at Harkness House on 75th. John Samuels had a car and double-parked.
     Woody's was the best party, wall-to-wall famous people, we should have gone earlier. Mia Farrow is so charming and such a beauty. Bobby De Niro was there and he's so fat. Really really fat. I know he gained weight for the boxing movie, but wouldn't it be funny if he could never lose it? He looks so ugly. He must be crazy, because he's really fat.
     Mick came in with Jerry, and Bianca ran over and was charming. I don't know how she did it but she got it over with, she broke the ice, they talked for about half an hour. She wanted to get Jerry nervous, which she did. Mick shaved off his beard so he looks really good.
     We went over to Studio 54 and the look was "ice." Ice wall-to-wall and dripping down the walls. Then Steve said, "Let's go down to the basement," so we did. He just about said, "Anybody have any cocaine?" He wanted it to be like the good old days. It was so filthy down there, with the garbage and everything. Winnie was there, without Tom Sullivan--she said he's in Hawaii.
     Then upstairs Dugay and the other hockey guy came in and I was trying to introduce them to Marina Schiano, but they said their real girlfriends were there, from Minnesota or Indianapolis or something, so they couldn't do anything. Then it was 6 A.M. and Marina and I left, and there was a riot outside, people still wanting to get in. Jack Hofsiss who directed Elephant Man went by in a limo and gave us a ride, there were about twenty boys in it. And I got out at Marina's because I knew if I stayed in it they'd invite me to go with them, and I wanted to get up and go to work.
     Marina invited me up for pizza and I went. I always hear that she gets the best food from all over the city, that she has the people who work for her bring salami from Brooklyn and pizza from Queens and things like that, so I wanted to try it out. It was sort of good, a really cheap kind of pizza, all dough and a little ketchup and a little cheese. Like the cheese doesn't come away when you eat it, there's not much. And when I was there I noticed that she had a pile of food on the stove, and she said it was for good luck, you're supposed to have it piled on the stove on New Year's. So I was there and we talked, and she was asking me about my house, and I told her how much it cost to run it, and she felt that I was being "real" and that she'd really gotten something out of me and that this meant we were friends or something, I don't. I was waiting for it to get light out, and it never did. I mean, it was 6:30 and it was still dark, and I thought the sun came up at 6:00, but I guess that last year when I left and it was light out it was 7:00, not 6:00.

Warhol, A. (1989). The Andy Warhol Diaries (P. Hackett, Ed.). Pg. 252-253. New York: Warner Books.

Wednesday, May 3, 1978

Nelson called, he's still plugging away at his screenplay. He said he had to take a Valium when Fran Lebowitz made it so big--they still don't speak--and his old friend Brian DePalma has The Fury out.
     We were invited to John Richardson's for a dance. We limoed over and it was so chic. Lynn Wyatt was there and Nan Kempner, and--The Empress. If Bob calls Diana Vreeland "The Empress" or me "The Pope of Pop" in his "Out" column one more time ... Diana took out her compact and brushed on an inch of rouge and said, "Is it kabuki enough yet?"
     Bianca's being really awful to Barbara Allen, getting back at her for Mick, and now she's got Halston against Barbara. But I got back at Bianca--I told her she missed the best fashion show, Ossie Clark's. I said, "Oh Bianca, it was all just made for you, my dear--a beautiful bat-wing dress and a Wonder Woman outfit that you should run right out and get immediately." (laughs) Because you see, she's stuck. She's Halston's friend and Halston's clothes just aren't right for her--they make her too short and they cut her body the wrong way. They look like a bad diaper. I mean, I like Halston's things because they're simple, and that's what American clothes should be, but they just don't look good on Bianca, she needs to wear more of a costume.
    

Warhol, A. (1989). The Andy Warhol Diaries (P. Hackett, Ed.). Pg. 131. New York: Warner Books.

Tuesday, June 28, 1977

Went down to the office were Interview was having a lunch for the Schenley's liquor people. I was in and out of lunch because I was painting with the sponge mop in the back. I haven't peed on any canvases this week. This is for the Piss paintings. I told Ronnie not to pee when he gets up in the morning -- to try to hold it until he gets to the office, because he takes lot of vitamin B so the canvas turns a really pretty color when it's his piss. Answered a few phone calls myself. A couple of cute kids from Sweden came by. Sent Ronnie for photo supplies ($5.95).
     Cabbed to "21" ($5.50). Vincent picked me up. It had just started to rain. Dinner was with Peter Beard and his friend Harry Horn from Kenya. People were streaming upstairs for a dinner that Diane Von Furstenberg was giving for Egon's birthday. I was surprised when I saw Diane's mother -- she didn't look Jewish, she was small and blonde. Then Mick in a lime suit came in with Jerry Hall. I thought things were fishy with Mick and Jerry and then the plot started to thicken. Mick was so out of it that I could tell the waiters were scared he'd pass out. His head was so far back and he was singing to himself. The top part of his body was like jelly and the bottom half was tapping 3,000 taps a minute. He was putting his sunglasses on and off. Mick started going after Vincent, but it was just a ruse, because I found out later from Fred he's really passionately in love with Jerry, and it looks like there's trouble for Bianca. Jerry was saying , "I really have to go," and when Peter was going to go with her to get a cab she said, "Oh, that's all right, Mick will drop me off."
     Then we went next door for a continuing party for Egon, this one given at New York/New York by Diane de Beauvau. Franco Rossellini was there with a big black and blue nose, and you couldn't see anything but that, but I wanted to be discreet in case somebody had hit him, so I ignored it until Franco said finally, "By the way, have you noticed my nose? My little dog bit me." He has a dachshund, so I got nervous. He took it to a funeral and the dachshund, Felix, got upset and bit his nose and wouldn't let go.



Warhol, A. (1989). The Andy Warhol Diaries (P. Hackett, Ed.). Pg. 55-56. New York: Warner Books.

Saturday, December 25, 1976

Went out to Westbury to C.Z. Guest's for lunch. It was a magazine Christmas -- the decorations and the food and the house were just like a spread in McCalls or House and Garden, like what a house should look like on Christmas. But you'd think with all C.Z.'s involvement with flowers and gardening that she'd have real stuff, but when you looked close the wreaths and things were half plastic. C.Z. gave everyone her bug repellent for gifts.
     Ninety-year-old Kitty Miller was there, she's still putting blue shoe polish in her hair. The pies were great -- apple, mince, and plum. The turkey had already been cut up like a magazine would tell you to before it got to the table so it was like a Turkey Puzzle. Kitty was drunk and when the Spanish ambassador said a few words she screamed, "I can't speak Spanish."
     It started to snow a little. Said thanks and left to go home to get ready for the Jaggers'. Got to East 66th and glued. Went up to East 72nd (can $2.50). We were one of the first to arrive. Nick Scott was at the door, working. This was a job he'd come up with earn money -- being the Jaggers' houseboy. Only he was supposed to get there at 8:00 in the morning to help and he didn't arrive until 6:00 at night. I gave Jade the grey kitten from Rusty Holzer. She looked at it and said, " 'Lydia?' ... No. Harriet." I felt sorry for the cat, though, because I think it's going to have a horrible home. I don't know.
     Mick sat down next to Bob Colacello and put his arm around him and offered him a pick-me-up, and Bob said, "Why yes, I am rather tired," and just as he was about to get it, Yoko and John Lennon walked in and Mick was so excited to see them that he ran over with the spoon that he was about to put under Bob's nose and put it under John Lennon's.
     Halston and Loulou de la Falaise put a lot of the pick-me-up in a covered dish on the coffee table and when someone they liked would sit down they'd tell them, "Lift it up and get a surprise." Paloma Picasso was there. Jay Johnson brought Delia Doherty. The dinner was terrific. Mick and Bianca forgot to bring out the dessert, though.
 

Warhol, A. (1989). The Andy Warhol Diaries (P. Hackett, Ed.). Pg. 11-12. New York: Warner Books.