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.
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Saturday, March 22, 1980
Worked till 7:30. Then cabbed to Si Newhouse's ($4) on East 70th Street--a big wide house. An art party. Bruno Bischofberger was there. And Mel Bochner the artist who was married to Dorothea Rockburn the artist and got ideas from her. And Mary Boone who said she'll give Ronnie a show, but he's not interested because she calls him every night at 4:00 in the morning. Carl Andre was there. I invited the Newhouse daughter to lunch on Monday, she's just a shy girl, but then I found out that her parents were divorced when she was little, so I don't know if she's in the bucks or not. Mark Lancaster was there.
Bianca was talking on the phone to Steve Rubell in jail, and Steve was having to put in nickels every three minutes. Because you can't call them and you can't write them letters, or he doesn't want you to or something. Somebody asked him if the phone was tapped and he said, "no, no." But then somebody else was saying that when they talked to him before, they could hear a guy warning him to watch what he said. Another inmate giving him advice.
Steve said he's having a wonderful time, that he's put on eleven pounds, and he had sloppy rice for dinner. He said that if he can get his liquor license back for Studio 54 then he'll liquidate, because it'll be easier to get rid of it with a liquor license.
He said the top people were there. I think he said Sindona, but I'm not sure. He said Ian sleeps all the time. Bianca was saying all these things to him, like that she was going to Magique later to try it out and that she'd been at Xenon the night before. I guess she thinks that kind of talk--that that's the kind of talk that'll excite him. He kept putting nickels in. Bianca had John Samuels there, he got a haircut, and he looks fifteen."
Warhol, A. (1989). The Andy Warhol Diaries (P. Hackett, Ed.). Pg. 273. New York: Warner Books.
Bianca was talking on the phone to Steve Rubell in jail, and Steve was having to put in nickels every three minutes. Because you can't call them and you can't write them letters, or he doesn't want you to or something. Somebody asked him if the phone was tapped and he said, "no, no." But then somebody else was saying that when they talked to him before, they could hear a guy warning him to watch what he said. Another inmate giving him advice.
Steve said he's having a wonderful time, that he's put on eleven pounds, and he had sloppy rice for dinner. He said that if he can get his liquor license back for Studio 54 then he'll liquidate, because it'll be easier to get rid of it with a liquor license.
He said the top people were there. I think he said Sindona, but I'm not sure. He said Ian sleeps all the time. Bianca was saying all these things to him, like that she was going to Magique later to try it out and that she'd been at Xenon the night before. I guess she thinks that kind of talk--that that's the kind of talk that'll excite him. He kept putting nickels in. Bianca had John Samuels there, he got a haircut, and he looks fifteen."
Warhol, A. (1989). The Andy Warhol Diaries (P. Hackett, Ed.). Pg. 273. New York: Warner Books.
Tuesday, August 7, 1979
Worked until 7:30. Halston was giving me a birthday party. He knew my birthday was the day before but I guess he just didn't want to have to do it on a Monday. It was nice, just for the kids from the office. Truman was there and D.D. Ryan told him that she liked the Siamese Twins interview he did with himself seven or eight years ago that was just like the one he did in this month's Interview, and he got very embarrassed and at first he denied he'd ever done one like it but then later he admitted that he had.
Ronnie came with a girl dressed as a nurse who's a bartender at the Mudd Club. Then out came the birthday cake which was a huge baked cookie, like a famous Amos, only it looked like a big plop of shit, it was funny.
Halston didn't give me the kind of expensive presents he did last year, I guess he though it was too hard to go through that and do it every year, so he broke the tradition and gave me twenty boxes. One had skates, another had a helmet, another had a radio, and then earphones, and then kneepads, and then gloves, and a How to Skate book. And Victor had his own skates, too, so we went outside and skated in front of the house. It was fun. Jane Holzer and Bob Denison came late. Then we ordered limos to go to Studio 54. Oh, and Steve game me a good present. A roll of 5,000 of the new free drink tickets he'd just had printed up for the new year.
Warhol, A. (1989). The Andy Warhol Diaries (P. Hackett, Ed.). Pg. 234. New York: Warner Books.
Ronnie came with a girl dressed as a nurse who's a bartender at the Mudd Club. Then out came the birthday cake which was a huge baked cookie, like a famous Amos, only it looked like a big plop of shit, it was funny.
Halston didn't give me the kind of expensive presents he did last year, I guess he though it was too hard to go through that and do it every year, so he broke the tradition and gave me twenty boxes. One had skates, another had a helmet, another had a radio, and then earphones, and then kneepads, and then gloves, and a How to Skate book. And Victor had his own skates, too, so we went outside and skated in front of the house. It was fun. Jane Holzer and Bob Denison came late. Then we ordered limos to go to Studio 54. Oh, and Steve game me a good present. A roll of 5,000 of the new free drink tickets he'd just had printed up for the new year.
Warhol, A. (1989). The Andy Warhol Diaries (P. Hackett, Ed.). Pg. 234. New York: Warner Books.
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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.
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.
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