Vincent was setting up to videotape the interview that John Richardson was going to do with Paloma. She came with her husband Raphael and the friend, Xavier. The Tiffany's guy arrived with the jewelry.
And David White came by with a letter from Rauschenberg--David works for him now--saying that the tables I have were done by him, because he did them when Jane Holtzer was trying to go into the art furniture business in the late sixties or early seventies, and then the business fell through, and I got them. So it's great, that Rauschenberg wrote the letter saying they were by him because now maybe someday he'll sign them.
Then Juan Hamilton called and said that he and Georgia O'Keefe were at the Mayfair and they were coming down at 4:30, and I said to come right away because Paloma was there, so they did. Everyone was thrilled with everyone.
People thought Juan was going to marry Georgia, but he just got married to someone else and now his wife is expecting a baby. Georgia was wearing a black thing around her head. This time she seemed really old. You have to catch her every minute as if she'll sit in a chair that isn't there. But on the video Vincent made she looked young and alert. She does know everything that's going on, it's just that she moves older now.
Then they all left. Rupert came up and then I got some work done. Worked till 8:30 and Jay Shriver agreed to stay late, too. Then because they worked overtime I invited Rupert and Jay to 65 Irving and I had John Reinhold meet us there. Jay's from Milwaukee. He said his mother is all Czechoslovakian. Not from there, but a hundred percent.
Oh and Mary Tyler Moor's son committed suicide and now Ordinary People is really going to do business and everybody's going to really hate her because they'll be thinking that that's really the way she is.
Warhol, A. (1989). The Andy Warhol Diaries (P. Hackett, Ed.). Pg. 336-337. New York: Warner Books.
Showing posts with label Paloma Picasso. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Paloma Picasso. Show all posts
Tuesday, July 1, 1980
Got up early in the morning in order to meet Bob in order to meet Paloma and Lester at MOMA (cab $3). We went around the exhibit with Paloma, she was talking and Lester was being funny, and it was exhausting, it's three floors. A guy in a wheelchair asked me for my autograph, and I said, "Don't you want Paloma Picasso's?"And he said yes, so Paloma signed and then I signed and then we had to leave because Paloma had to get back to Tiffany's where they sell her jewelry.
Old Mrs. Newhouse came to see the portraits of her husband, but her son was with her and he fell in love with the diamond-dust ones.
Oh, and David Whitney came by, we're talking to him about maybe redoing the Jewish Museum show and I'm doing a portrait of him because he's been so nice. He brought his tux, he really looked cute in it. He invited me to Thursday dinner with Philip Johnson, he said he'll send a car for me, that anyone as big as I am should have a car -- he was being funny.
Brigid went on a candy binge. She said she was going out for cigarettes but Robyn noticed that she took more money than she'd need for cigarettes, so when she got back I said, "I see chocolate on your mouth." I didn't really see any, but that worked and she admitted she'd had ice cream.
Glued myself together and went to Cote Basque to help Suzie Frankfurt celebrate -- she just got almost a million for her house and she bought a cheaper one. Mr. and Mrs. Law arrived. I think Mrs. Law is Standard Oil rich and I don't know exactly what her husband does, maybe he invests her money. That's what usually happens when you marry a rich woman. Or maybe he's rich himself, who knows. She wants me to retouch her portrait because now she's made her hair lighter. It'll probably turn out to be one of those "living portraits" where I have to to [sic] keep doing things to it.
We went over to Bonds. And John Samuels was there and he's so mean to me now. I think he tries to be nice, but he can't help himself, he says mean things. I'll have to ask him why. We were there for a few minutes. Mr. Law was dancing around and his wife said that he would get a heart attack. Oh, and Bob was there and he looked so sour. He feels he can't have fun unless he has a drink. And he and Fred are the same -- if there's no princes, they look so bored.
Warhol, A. (1989). The Andy Warhol Diaries (P. Hackett, Ed.). Pg. 297-298. New York: Warner Books.
Old Mrs. Newhouse came to see the portraits of her husband, but her son was with her and he fell in love with the diamond-dust ones.
Oh, and David Whitney came by, we're talking to him about maybe redoing the Jewish Museum show and I'm doing a portrait of him because he's been so nice. He brought his tux, he really looked cute in it. He invited me to Thursday dinner with Philip Johnson, he said he'll send a car for me, that anyone as big as I am should have a car -- he was being funny.
Brigid went on a candy binge. She said she was going out for cigarettes but Robyn noticed that she took more money than she'd need for cigarettes, so when she got back I said, "I see chocolate on your mouth." I didn't really see any, but that worked and she admitted she'd had ice cream.
Glued myself together and went to Cote Basque to help Suzie Frankfurt celebrate -- she just got almost a million for her house and she bought a cheaper one. Mr. and Mrs. Law arrived. I think Mrs. Law is Standard Oil rich and I don't know exactly what her husband does, maybe he invests her money. That's what usually happens when you marry a rich woman. Or maybe he's rich himself, who knows. She wants me to retouch her portrait because now she's made her hair lighter. It'll probably turn out to be one of those "living portraits" where I have to to [sic] keep doing things to it.
We went over to Bonds. And John Samuels was there and he's so mean to me now. I think he tries to be nice, but he can't help himself, he says mean things. I'll have to ask him why. We were there for a few minutes. Mr. Law was dancing around and his wife said that he would get a heart attack. Oh, and Bob was there and he looked so sour. He feels he can't have fun unless he has a drink. And he and Fred are the same -- if there's no princes, they look so bored.
Warhol, A. (1989). The Andy Warhol Diaries (P. Hackett, Ed.). Pg. 297-298. 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.
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.
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