Showing posts with label Pia Zadora. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Pia Zadora. Show all posts

Monday, September 5, 1983

Labor Day. Jean Michel called, he wanted some philosophy, he came over and we talked, and he's afraid he's just going to be a flash in the pan. And I told him not to worry, that he wouldn't be. But then I got scared because he's rented out building on Great Jones and what if he is a flash in the pan and doesn't have the money to pay his rent (supplies $35.06, $6)?
     Pia Zadora called and said she was coming down. And they all came -- her husband Riklis, his mother, and some other guy. I'd done twelve portraits of her. And they just liked two and they weren't the ones that I thought were the best. So we have all these portraits left over. But we were lucky, she bought the Dollar Sign. Worked alone till 6:00. Got depressed. It was hot and muggy.

Warhol, A. (1989). The Andy Warhol Diaries (P. Hackett, Ed.). Pg. 525-526. New York: Warner Books.

Tuesday, August 30, 1983

Chris came by the office and he was crying and saying that he wanted things to be back the way they used to be between us with me giving him lots of work, but I didn't know what to tell him because I don't. I don't call him at all. I suppose I should. But I think about boys too much when I associate with him.
     The Argentine lady came and wrote out a fat check for her portraits, which was great, it pays a month's mortgage on the new building. And last month Pia Zadora's check did that, so that was a lift.
     Fred went to Dr. Karen for his collagen test and he said that she's klutzy, and actually she is when I think about it. One thing she's got to learn is not to have people lie down. Because if you lie down, all the wrinkles go away, and how can you tell where to put the stuff? You should actually be hanging forward or something, so the wrinkles would really be exaggerated.

Warhol, A. (1989). The Andy Warhol Diaries (P. Hackett, Ed.). Pg. 524-525. New York: Warner Books.

Monday, August 15, 1983

Cabbed to meet Jean Michel Basquiat at the workout with Lidija, he was doing it with us (cab $5). He's in love with Paige Powell.
     Got a call from Pia Zadora who said she wanted a Dollar Sign and she'd take it with her if it fit into her husband's jet, so they were measuring it.
     Oh, and one of the Ramones was having brain surgery yesterday because he was kicked in the head on West 10th Street in a fight over some cheap-looking girl.

Warhol, A. (1989). The Andy Warhol Diaries (P. Hackett, Ed.). Pg. 520. New York: Warner Books.

Thursday, July 28, 1983

Got up early and had to move fast because I had an early appointment at the office with Pia Zadora, so I was excited.
     She arrived and was so cute. Her husband, Riklis, came and showed pictures. She's so sweet, and I think she's going to be a big star. her skin is beautiful. They've got a new house in California and she liked some paintings.
     Later the office was so busy, it was the day before Fred's birthday and he didn't want anyone to know, but (laughs) Suzie Frankfurt sent a huge balloon and carnations.

Warhol, A. (1989). The Andy Warhol Diaries (P. Hackett, Ed.). Pg. 517. New York: Warner Books.

Thursday, February 4, 1982

The Du Pont twins sent me an invitation to the opening of a new restaurant called Jeanie's in the old Tudor Hotel, and it was a Nikki Haskell event (cab $4). Cornelia Guest came but I guess he's been reading her newspaper clippings so she only stayed a minute. The food was good and I ordered a lot. And the steak arrived and Chris had his wrapped up and ready to take home for breakfast before it was even served, practically, and they wanted to know what was wrong.
     And there was a party for Pia Zadora that Frank Sinatra was even coming in for at Hisae that we could have gone to but Bob wouldn't put her on the cover, and she would have been just great to have on the cover, I just love her. It's like if Andrea "Whips" Feldman had been not crazy and had a better nose. Pia's like all those tiny girls we knew who always grabbed the spotlight.

Warhol, A. (1989). The Andy Warhol Diaries (P. Hackett, Ed.). Pg. 428. New York: Warner Books.