I thought I was going to have to take photos of Tatum in the morning for the portrait I'm doing so I lugged all the camera stuff home and everything but then when I called her it was too difficult for her to schedule, she said whey didn't we wait until after Aspen. I think the O'Neal family is probably a really stupid family where the father just happened to make it big in one movie. Because here's this little girl who thinks she's so smart, she just thinks she's so intelligent. And when she was a little girl she was advanced, but...
A portrait guy came to the office in the afternoon and he was one of those cigar-smoking guys who talks about himself and looks fresh, like he's just come out of a gym. About fifty-five. Like what Mike Todd probably looked like.
The other day Victor sounded so sick I though he had the magic disease, but yesterday he sounded fine, totally recovered. I think Elsa Peretti's dropping lumps of money into his account. He knows when not to go overly too far. I guess he's bored living out in East Hampton. He has a whole house there for $1,500 a month. He's being supported in the style to which he's accustomed.
Odd people keep telling me how much they love the TV show.
Steven Greenberg had a car and we went to the ballet to see "The Nutcracker." I'd sent flowers to Heather and Jock and Ulrik...Paige did it for me. The little kids in the audience there were all so rich, in just the right clothes with the right hair and eating the right (laughs) chocolates. They looked the way Sandy Brant would dress her kids. Jock and Heather were the leads. Heather's getting tired-looking, but she's a really good dancer. The performance was wonderful. Really, dancing is only good when the kids are fifteen and you get that skinny frail pinpoint look.
Warhol, A. (1989). The Andy Warhol Diaries (P. Hackett, Ed.). Pg. 781. New York: Warner Books.
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Showing posts with label Victor Hugo. Show all posts
Thursday, November 28, 1985
Victor called and said that Halston was inviting me for Thanksgiving dinner, and that he had a possible portrait coming. And I called Paige and she picked me up and went over to Halston's and Jane Holzer was there and Bianca was looking soulful on her crutches, I told her about Dr. Li because she's going to a homeopathic thing and they can be dangerous if it's not the right one.
And then this lady was there and she said she had a check in her bag for $999 million to give to Revlon. She said she'd been meeting with lawyers all day and we said how could you get them on Thanksgiving, and she said, "Money talks."
Halston always has the best mince pie with a circle in the center--I don't know where he gets it. Nobody every eats it, and he's the one who likes it but he doesn't eat it, either. Then Paige walked me home and I watched TV.
Warhol, A. (1989). The Andy Warhol Diaries (P. Hackett, Ed.). Pg. 695-696. New York: Warner Books.
And then this lady was there and she said she had a check in her bag for $999 million to give to Revlon. She said she'd been meeting with lawyers all day and we said how could you get them on Thanksgiving, and she said, "Money talks."
Halston always has the best mince pie with a circle in the center--I don't know where he gets it. Nobody every eats it, and he's the one who likes it but he doesn't eat it, either. Then Paige walked me home and I watched TV.
Warhol, A. (1989). The Andy Warhol Diaries (P. Hackett, Ed.). Pg. 695-696. New York: Warner Books.
Wednesday, March 2, 1983
Victor told me he saw Jon at a gay club but I didn't say anything to Jon. And Chris keeps wanting to know if he can collect on the watch that I promised him if Jon would ... and I told him no, not yet. [NOTE: Although Jon Gould continued to keep an apartment of his own, he was now living in Andy's house, in the fourth-floor guest room.] And I was worn out from Victor telling me all the gossip about Halston, it made me nervous, about Halston throwing him out of the car and about Liza wearing a YSL. And this is the night I was going to the party for Liza's father at MOMA.
And it was strange, because as Victor was telling me about all these fights with Halston he was screaming at me for not being a close close friend to Halston, accusing me of remaining on the surface and taking the benefits without the responsibility. Which I do do because I just don't want to be that close to Halston because he can really turn on you.
Steve Rubell called while I was talking to Victor and he wanted to go to MOMA with us, and so I told him that Jane Holzer and I first were going to the Claus von Bulow party for Catherine.
Called Victor and he said he was going to MOMA as Mrs. Halston. The new secretary said that Halston wouldn't be providing transportation, so I guess the times are changing.
Warhol, A. (1989). The Andy Warhol Diaries (P. Hackett, Ed.). Pg. 488-489. New York: Warner Books.
And it was strange, because as Victor was telling me about all these fights with Halston he was screaming at me for not being a close close friend to Halston, accusing me of remaining on the surface and taking the benefits without the responsibility. Which I do do because I just don't want to be that close to Halston because he can really turn on you.
Steve Rubell called while I was talking to Victor and he wanted to go to MOMA with us, and so I told him that Jane Holzer and I first were going to the Claus von Bulow party for Catherine.
Called Victor and he said he was going to MOMA as Mrs. Halston. The new secretary said that Halston wouldn't be providing transportation, so I guess the times are changing.
Warhol, A. (1989). The Andy Warhol Diaries (P. Hackett, Ed.). Pg. 488-489. New York: Warner Books.
Thursday, December 24, 1981
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.
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.
Friday, July 27, 1979
I'd just gone to bed at 6:00 but at 7:30 Halston was knocking on my door. He hates being away from New York and he wanted to get back, but it was a horror trip getting up. And the hotel was just so beautiful, it had the geraniums in the window and red awnings. And Steve didn't want to get up and go, either, but after a half-hour of coaxing he did get up. We had to sit and eat breakfast but it was torture. Victor had his own room upstairs that he'd gotten after having an agitation, and he was cranky.
Halston really enjoys screaming. When he's paying he gets so grand and yells and tells everybody off about how rotten the service is for what he's paying, and when he pays the bill he makes you feel--well, he's like me, only worse. He tells you how he has to go back to New York to slave so hard so he can make money so you can go on spending it all, and oh, God!--he makes you feel so funny about it. But then it is just incredible what hotels cost now.
Finally Victor and everybody was in the car and we got to the Concorde on time, and Steve wasn't tipping the driver who hadn't even slept, he'd been out with us all night, so I gave him a fifty.
As soon as we got on the plane everyone fell asleep. The stewardess woke Halston up and he screamed at her that she better not wake him up again.
I wanted to get the Concorde silverware, and I wanted to wake Victor up and ask him to ask for food so I could get more settings--I'm working up to a twelve-piece setting--but I didn't wake him up so I only got one set. It was an easy flight. Then we went through customs and the customs guy used to be a cabdriver who had me in his cab once, so he sailed me right through. Got home and went to the office. Cab fares had gone up ($4).
It was a hot day and when I got to the office nobody was doing a thing. Brigid was waiting for the cake lady from New Jersey to deliver a cake for her mother's birthday, she was taking it out to the country for her later on.
David Whitney called and said I had to get some of the portraits to Paris, and I called Fred but I couldn't get him. Worked till about 7:30 with Rupert. Read my mail.
Warhol, A. (1989). The Andy Warhol Diaries (P. Hackett, Ed.). Pg. 231. New York: Warner Books.
Halston really enjoys screaming. When he's paying he gets so grand and yells and tells everybody off about how rotten the service is for what he's paying, and when he pays the bill he makes you feel--well, he's like me, only worse. He tells you how he has to go back to New York to slave so hard so he can make money so you can go on spending it all, and oh, God!--he makes you feel so funny about it. But then it is just incredible what hotels cost now.
Finally Victor and everybody was in the car and we got to the Concorde on time, and Steve wasn't tipping the driver who hadn't even slept, he'd been out with us all night, so I gave him a fifty.
As soon as we got on the plane everyone fell asleep. The stewardess woke Halston up and he screamed at her that she better not wake him up again.
I wanted to get the Concorde silverware, and I wanted to wake Victor up and ask him to ask for food so I could get more settings--I'm working up to a twelve-piece setting--but I didn't wake him up so I only got one set. It was an easy flight. Then we went through customs and the customs guy used to be a cabdriver who had me in his cab once, so he sailed me right through. Got home and went to the office. Cab fares had gone up ($4).
It was a hot day and when I got to the office nobody was doing a thing. Brigid was waiting for the cake lady from New Jersey to deliver a cake for her mother's birthday, she was taking it out to the country for her later on.
David Whitney called and said I had to get some of the portraits to Paris, and I called Fred but I couldn't get him. Worked till about 7:30 with Rupert. Read my mail.
Warhol, A. (1989). The Andy Warhol Diaries (P. Hackett, Ed.). Pg. 231. New York: Warner Books.
Monday, July 23, 1979--London
Went to some punk stores with Victor and Catherine, one was called Seditionaires. We got shirts that were made out of Nazi symbols and that you could tie yourself together with, And a T-shirt of two cocks pissing on Marilyn Monroe's photograph saying the word "Piss." Catherine knew a little Italian restaurant where her family goes on Sunday. Nice Italian lunch ($100), and after that we got some flowers for Catherine's mother ($20) and Catherine took us to see her stepfather's mansion on Cheyne Walk. Whistler lived there once.
Victor and I went back to the hotel (cab $7). It was Martha Graham's opening at Covent Garden. We all got ready and met in Halston's room--John Bowes-Lyon, Dr. Giller and me, Randy, Steve, Victor--Fred went off with his date, Sabrina Guinness. Liza went on before us. We all had front-row-balcony seats.
They did three numbers and then Liza came on with "The Owl and the Pussycat." Then Martha gave a long speech, about half an hour. They were all wearing beautiful Halstons. Lynn Wyatt was next to Fred, then moved up next to John Bowes-Lyon.
Then backstage, hello to Liza and Martha, and then a little cocktail party in the bar part of Covent Garden. Covent Garden was very beautiful, it looked like the old Met. Then drinks, and then we all walked to the Savoy--Halston was giving a private party. We were upstairs and we didn't know the party was upstairs and downstairs. The downstairs party had Princess Margaret and Halston, Liza, and everybody, and when we finally realized we were missing it, we went downstairs. Halston was nervous but his party was terrific, had the best time.
Victor wanted me to meet Princess Margaret, and I didn't but I got two pictures. Victor got two photos of Princess Margaret and Roddy Llewellyn. They didn't want to be seen together and they wanted to take his film away, but then Fred said not to, that Victor was with Halston.
Left the party about 4:00, went to Liza's room. She was wearing a really beautiful see-through fabric dress with her hair brushed back like her mother used to wear it--that's the way she wears it in "The Owl and the Pussycat." It was a wig but I couldn't tell.
Then Halston and I left Liza's room and we began taking everybody's shoes from in front of their doors and moving them to other places. The funniest thing I ever did. Then to bed and read a little bit more of the Martha Mitchell book.
Warhol, A. (1989). The Andy Warhol Diaries (P. Hackett, Ed.). Pg 229-230. New York: Warner Books.
Victor and I went back to the hotel (cab $7). It was Martha Graham's opening at Covent Garden. We all got ready and met in Halston's room--John Bowes-Lyon, Dr. Giller and me, Randy, Steve, Victor--Fred went off with his date, Sabrina Guinness. Liza went on before us. We all had front-row-balcony seats.
They did three numbers and then Liza came on with "The Owl and the Pussycat." Then Martha gave a long speech, about half an hour. They were all wearing beautiful Halstons. Lynn Wyatt was next to Fred, then moved up next to John Bowes-Lyon.
Then backstage, hello to Liza and Martha, and then a little cocktail party in the bar part of Covent Garden. Covent Garden was very beautiful, it looked like the old Met. Then drinks, and then we all walked to the Savoy--Halston was giving a private party. We were upstairs and we didn't know the party was upstairs and downstairs. The downstairs party had Princess Margaret and Halston, Liza, and everybody, and when we finally realized we were missing it, we went downstairs. Halston was nervous but his party was terrific, had the best time.
Victor wanted me to meet Princess Margaret, and I didn't but I got two pictures. Victor got two photos of Princess Margaret and Roddy Llewellyn. They didn't want to be seen together and they wanted to take his film away, but then Fred said not to, that Victor was with Halston.
Left the party about 4:00, went to Liza's room. She was wearing a really beautiful see-through fabric dress with her hair brushed back like her mother used to wear it--that's the way she wears it in "The Owl and the Pussycat." It was a wig but I couldn't tell.
Then Halston and I left Liza's room and we began taking everybody's shoes from in front of their doors and moving them to other places. The funniest thing I ever did. Then to bed and read a little bit more of the Martha Mitchell book.
Warhol, A. (1989). The Andy Warhol Diaries (P. Hackett, Ed.). Pg 229-230. New York: Warner Books.
Saturday, March 31, 1979
"Went to Studio 54 with Catherine and Stephen Graham. Catherine had also invited Jamie Blandford, the good-looking marquis who'll be the next Duke of Marlborogh. Jamie introduced me to Gunther Sachs son--it must have been from before Brigitte Bardot, he looked in his twenties. The place was crowded, it was like a subway. Stevie came over and told me a couple of stars that were there, but I can't remember who they were. One was "the new Shaun Cassidy," a blond kid, Leif something, he's making millions, they say. Garrett. Then I had John Scribner talking in one ear about John Samuels, IV, and in the other ear Cindy the Hustler from Columbus talking about John Samuels IV. And she was jealous because he'd dropped her for Larissa.
Studio 54 was a lot of fun. I went up in the balcony and Halston was there with Lester, and if you say, "This is Lester Persky the producer of Hair," these boys just get down on their knees. They absolutely get down on their knees. And then Halston invited me to the next night's birthday party for Victor. Jamie wanted to go to the basement, but Catherine and I didn't go with him."
Warhol, A. (1989). The Andy Warhol Diaries (P. Hackett, Ed.). New York: Warner Books.
[NOTE: Gunther Sachs owned Halston's former house at 101 East. 63rd Street]
Studio 54 was a lot of fun. I went up in the balcony and Halston was there with Lester, and if you say, "This is Lester Persky the producer of Hair," these boys just get down on their knees. They absolutely get down on their knees. And then Halston invited me to the next night's birthday party for Victor. Jamie wanted to go to the basement, but Catherine and I didn't go with him."
Warhol, A. (1989). The Andy Warhol Diaries (P. Hackett, Ed.). New York: Warner Books.
[NOTE: Gunther Sachs owned Halston's former house at 101 East. 63rd Street]
Saturday, March 12, 1977
Up early, beautiful day. Went down to Subkoff's Antiques to see ideas (cab $3). Walked over to the office. Bob was there, looking through pictures for the photo book Bob and I are doing. Vincent went out and got the paper, and that's where the headline was: "MOVIE DIRECTOR CHARGED WITH RAPE." Roman Polanski. With a thirteen-year-old-girl he took to a party at Jack Nicholson's house, and when the police went over to Jack's the next day after the girl's parents called them, they searched the house and Anjelica got arrested for coke.
Victor had told me that I absolutely had to watch the Dinner with Halston show on channel 5 -- Metromedia.
This is the idea that we submitted to Larry Freeberg at Metromedia and they turned down, and now they’re doing with other people. Halston’s guests were Bianca, Joe Eula, the acupuncture doctor—Giller, Jane Holzer, Victor. It was very boring. They’d asked me to go on this show and I said no because they’d ripped off my idea.
It was a live dinner with a seven-second delay. Joe Eula said "bullshit" once and it was cut. The only real-life thing missing at the table was coke, and no runs to the bathroom. Victor was the life of the dinner, he took his fake mustache off. He used to have a real one but he’d shaved it off probably because he hates the acupuncture doctor who has one, but he put one on for the show. He also had a plastic chicken with him and kept talking to it, telling it to "say hello to Andy." Joe Eula and Victor had a tiff at the table, something about me. Joe told Victor, "Let Andy speak for himself, why he’s not here," and that’s when Victor—on Metromedia—said that Metromedia had ripped me off. So he was great.
Jane didn’t have the right makeup on so she didn’t look good, and they kept referring to her as "the renowned fashion model." The dinner degenerated into throwing drinks. Maybe they’d decided on that because they’re supposed to be the "wild set." Jane threw champagne in the air and then everybody started but it looked so lame, and so Victor poured his in her lap. Victor and Halston were having a quarrel—you could tell because Victor announced that he wasn’t going to do Halston’s windows anymore, that he was now "an artist for hire," and the camera went close on Halston’s hard face. At one point Halston or Bianca or somebody actually said, "Let’s take this hour and a half and just go with it!" And that’s when most people probably shut their TVs off, the thought of something like that dragging on for an hour and a half must’ve made them gag.
And meanwhile who should Fred be at dinner with but Larry Freeberg, who’d stolen the idea from me in the first place. They were all at the Hermitage, at a dinner for Nureyev, and Freeberg was with Lee Radziwill—they’re planning to do a channel 5 dinner with her, too.
Halston was having a "cast party" at his place after the show. When I got there, Mick had come by. He was cute—he told Bianca how good she was on the show, but around 4:00 he wanted to leave and she didn’t so she stayed. Everyone was mad at Victor, saying he’d ruined the show, so he’d already left to go barring.
Warhol, A. (1989). The Andy Warhol Diaries (P. Hackett, Ed.). Pg. 30-31. New York: Warner Books.
Victor had told me that I absolutely had to watch the Dinner with Halston show on channel 5 -- Metromedia.
This is the idea that we submitted to Larry Freeberg at Metromedia and they turned down, and now they’re doing with other people. Halston’s guests were Bianca, Joe Eula, the acupuncture doctor—Giller, Jane Holzer, Victor. It was very boring. They’d asked me to go on this show and I said no because they’d ripped off my idea.
It was a live dinner with a seven-second delay. Joe Eula said "bullshit" once and it was cut. The only real-life thing missing at the table was coke, and no runs to the bathroom. Victor was the life of the dinner, he took his fake mustache off. He used to have a real one but he’d shaved it off probably because he hates the acupuncture doctor who has one, but he put one on for the show. He also had a plastic chicken with him and kept talking to it, telling it to "say hello to Andy." Joe Eula and Victor had a tiff at the table, something about me. Joe told Victor, "Let Andy speak for himself, why he’s not here," and that’s when Victor—on Metromedia—said that Metromedia had ripped me off. So he was great.
Jane didn’t have the right makeup on so she didn’t look good, and they kept referring to her as "the renowned fashion model." The dinner degenerated into throwing drinks. Maybe they’d decided on that because they’re supposed to be the "wild set." Jane threw champagne in the air and then everybody started but it looked so lame, and so Victor poured his in her lap. Victor and Halston were having a quarrel—you could tell because Victor announced that he wasn’t going to do Halston’s windows anymore, that he was now "an artist for hire," and the camera went close on Halston’s hard face. At one point Halston or Bianca or somebody actually said, "Let’s take this hour and a half and just go with it!" And that’s when most people probably shut their TVs off, the thought of something like that dragging on for an hour and a half must’ve made them gag.
And meanwhile who should Fred be at dinner with but Larry Freeberg, who’d stolen the idea from me in the first place. They were all at the Hermitage, at a dinner for Nureyev, and Freeberg was with Lee Radziwill—they’re planning to do a channel 5 dinner with her, too.
Halston was having a "cast party" at his place after the show. When I got there, Mick had come by. He was cute—he told Bianca how good she was on the show, but around 4:00 he wanted to leave and she didn’t so she stayed. Everyone was mad at Victor, saying he’d ruined the show, so he’d already left to go barring.
Warhol, A. (1989). The Andy Warhol Diaries (P. Hackett, Ed.). Pg. 30-31. New York: Warner Books.
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.
Monday, December 6, 1976
Freddy Eberstadt called and invited me to something at La Grenouille tomorrow night and I said that I had a date with Bianca Jagger and could I bring her and he said sure.
Left the office early to go home and dress for a formal evening. Dropped off Catherine ($4). Walked over to Halston's. Victor had said there was room for me at Halston's table at the Metropolitan opening we were all going to, of Diana Vreeland's Russia show. When we got to Halston's Mrs. Henry J. Kaiser -- Aly -- was there, she was in a blue-green Halston with emeralds, and she seemed very interested in me, and when Halston saw us getting along he suggested I take her upstairs to show her the portraits I did of him. After the trip upstairs, though, she dropped me, I guess she saw me in the light.
We were all waiting for Marisa and her new husband and Bianca and her date, Joe Eula. The acupuncture doctor they all use was there, Dr. Giller, so he's on their party list now. Barbara Allen was there, the only one of the ladies not wearing a Halston. She had on a beautiful off-the-shoulder Christian Dior. it was from her shopping spree in Paris last month when Philip Niarchos was buying.
Marisa came and she had her hair piled all on one side of her head like a beautiful old-time star. Bianca had her purple fox with her, the one she's had around the past month. When Joe walked in he and Halston "shook hands" and when Halston felt what Joe put in his palm he said, Oh, you've saved my life."
Victor took me into the garage to show me his latest artwork -- he's (laughs) making Mona Lisas wearing Halstons, and that's really funny, so I encouraged him. Then we went to the Met in four limos. This was the biggest one of these things the museum has ever had. When Diana walked through we all kissed her. I talked to Mrs. Kaiser and got to know her. She's about sixty but she looks forty and she says she's looking for a fuck. I told her it's the wrong town, everyone's gay, and she said she didn't care -- "they tumble well. I've had some good luck here." She lives at U.N. Plaza. It turns out she's a very good friend of Brigid's mother, Honey Berlin. She said that when she was at their house old Dick Berlin was so senile he walked in and rushed over to the mirror and tried to shake hands with himself but she saw what he was doing and went over and was the hand for him to shake. I left right after dinner, Mrs. Kaiser dropped me.
Oh, and also at the dinner table Bianca took off her panties and passed them over to me and I faked smelling them and then tucked them in my handkerchief pocket. I still have them.
Warhol, A. (1989). The Andy Warhol Diaries (P. Hackett, Ed.). 5-6. New York: Warner Books.
Left the office early to go home and dress for a formal evening. Dropped off Catherine ($4). Walked over to Halston's. Victor had said there was room for me at Halston's table at the Metropolitan opening we were all going to, of Diana Vreeland's Russia show. When we got to Halston's Mrs. Henry J. Kaiser -- Aly -- was there, she was in a blue-green Halston with emeralds, and she seemed very interested in me, and when Halston saw us getting along he suggested I take her upstairs to show her the portraits I did of him. After the trip upstairs, though, she dropped me, I guess she saw me in the light.
We were all waiting for Marisa and her new husband and Bianca and her date, Joe Eula. The acupuncture doctor they all use was there, Dr. Giller, so he's on their party list now. Barbara Allen was there, the only one of the ladies not wearing a Halston. She had on a beautiful off-the-shoulder Christian Dior. it was from her shopping spree in Paris last month when Philip Niarchos was buying.
Marisa came and she had her hair piled all on one side of her head like a beautiful old-time star. Bianca had her purple fox with her, the one she's had around the past month. When Joe walked in he and Halston "shook hands" and when Halston felt what Joe put in his palm he said, Oh, you've saved my life."
Victor took me into the garage to show me his latest artwork -- he's (laughs) making Mona Lisas wearing Halstons, and that's really funny, so I encouraged him. Then we went to the Met in four limos. This was the biggest one of these things the museum has ever had. When Diana walked through we all kissed her. I talked to Mrs. Kaiser and got to know her. She's about sixty but she looks forty and she says she's looking for a fuck. I told her it's the wrong town, everyone's gay, and she said she didn't care -- "they tumble well. I've had some good luck here." She lives at U.N. Plaza. It turns out she's a very good friend of Brigid's mother, Honey Berlin. She said that when she was at their house old Dick Berlin was so senile he walked in and rushed over to the mirror and tried to shake hands with himself but she saw what he was doing and went over and was the hand for him to shake. I left right after dinner, Mrs. Kaiser dropped me.
Oh, and also at the dinner table Bianca took off her panties and passed them over to me and I faked smelling them and then tucked them in my handkerchief pocket. I still have them.
Warhol, A. (1989). The Andy Warhol Diaries (P. Hackett, Ed.). 5-6. New York: Warner Books.
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