I worked on the Wicked Witch and on Howdy Doody, and Rupert brought Mickey and the Garbo and they look great, but I can just see the reviews, I know they're going to say, "How can it be twenty years later and he's doing this stuff again?" And we had to work on Ron Feldman to give us money, and finally he said that when the painting's were finished, he would, and I really can't stand doing this show at Ron Feldman's, it's just publicity for his gallery and he should be paying a lot more.
Marlon Jackson came down and he brought T-shirts and was so cute. He was supposed to be coming to get a portrait, but he didn't know how to bring it up and I didn't know either. We really want to get Michael on the cover of Interview. Marlon looks like fifteen but then he said he has a wife and three kids and she's expecting another.
Warhol, A. (1989). The Andy Warhol Diaries (P. Hackett, Ed.). Pg. 402. New York: Warner Books.
Saturday, August 8, 1981
Jane Holzer called and said that I should come over to 4 East 66th Street where a kid who goes to Columbia Film School and a group of his friends were filming an underground move with expensive 35mm equipment. I went over and got depressed because here it was twenty years after my underground movies and here were young, pretty, rich kids--even richer and in bigger apartments that the kids who'd been in my movies. And we could hear them saying that they didn't want the old people in front. I got sort of depressed and left.
Warhol, A. (1989). The Andy Warhol Diaries (P. Hackett, Ed.). Pg. 399. New York: Warner Books.
Warhol, A. (1989). The Andy Warhol Diaries (P. Hackett, Ed.). Pg. 399. New York: Warner Books.
Wednesday, August 5, 1981
The Trumps came down. Donald Trump and his wife and two ladies who work for him, I guess. Mrs. Trump is six months pregnant. I showed them the paintings of the Trump Tower that I'd done. I don't know why I did so many, I did eight. In black and grey and silver which I thought would be so chic for the lobby. But it was a mistake to do so many, I think it confused them. Mr. Trump was very upset that it wasn't color-coordinated. They have Angelo Donghia doing the decorating so they're going to come down with swatches of material so I can do the painting to match the pinks and oranges. I think Trump's sort of cheap, though, I get that feeling. And Marc Balet who set up the whole thing was sort of shocked. But maybe Mrs. Trump will think about a portrait because I let them see the portraits of Lynn Wyatt behind the building paintings, so maybe they'll get the idea.
Jon called from Hollywood.
Warhol, A. (1989). The Andy Warhol Diaries (P. Hackett, Ed.). Pg. 398. New York: Warner Books.
Jon called from Hollywood.
Warhol, A. (1989). The Andy Warhol Diaries (P. Hackett, Ed.). Pg. 398. New York: Warner Books.
Tuesday, May 26, 1981
Doria Reagan was typing letters for Bob and I didn't even recognize her, I was walking by. She was in a T-shirt and shorts, and she looked cute. I invited her in for the lunch but she said she had too much work to do, she's working four hours a day--she gets things done very quickly.
I went over to 927 Fifth Avenue to the Zilkhas' dinner for the people who own Dior. It was sweet of Cecile Zilkha to invite me because it was really a heavy-duty dinner. Happy Rockefeller was happy to see me. I should have talked to her a lot. Annette Reed had a fifty carat sapphire on a diamond necklace that was about two inches wide. She was dressed beautifully. She's a sister of the Sophie Englehard girl who's Jane Holzer's friend, the one who's with the black football player who I met in Washington. The ladies were all statuesque. Dina Merrill was with her husband Cliff Robertson. Alex Liberman was there with his wife, Tatiana. Carolina Herrera was there, and I'd brought the new issue of Interview and she stole it because her picture was in it.
All the fairies were there. And it was old-fashioned kind of living. If this style of living goes one, it will be incredible. How can it last? The first course was crab meat in tomato aspic and you don't see things like that anymore. And then the chicken with fresh cranberries and rice with nuts, and chocolate mousse with hard crumbled caked, and good wine all served so beautifully. And flower arrangements up to the ceiling. Bill Blass was there and Pat Buckley in Bill Blass but everybody looked so old. But then, I guess, I fit in. But it's funny they would think to invite me. I'm looking very good now, I could have any of these old bags. I should go after Yoko Ono but I'd probably do it at the wrong time--just when she'd just found somebody I'd call her.
I got home to no phone call from California.
Warhol, A. (1989). The Andy Warhol Diaries (P. Hackett, Ed.). Pg. 384. New York: Warner Books.
I went over to 927 Fifth Avenue to the Zilkhas' dinner for the people who own Dior. It was sweet of Cecile Zilkha to invite me because it was really a heavy-duty dinner. Happy Rockefeller was happy to see me. I should have talked to her a lot. Annette Reed had a fifty carat sapphire on a diamond necklace that was about two inches wide. She was dressed beautifully. She's a sister of the Sophie Englehard girl who's Jane Holzer's friend, the one who's with the black football player who I met in Washington. The ladies were all statuesque. Dina Merrill was with her husband Cliff Robertson. Alex Liberman was there with his wife, Tatiana. Carolina Herrera was there, and I'd brought the new issue of Interview and she stole it because her picture was in it.
All the fairies were there. And it was old-fashioned kind of living. If this style of living goes one, it will be incredible. How can it last? The first course was crab meat in tomato aspic and you don't see things like that anymore. And then the chicken with fresh cranberries and rice with nuts, and chocolate mousse with hard crumbled caked, and good wine all served so beautifully. And flower arrangements up to the ceiling. Bill Blass was there and Pat Buckley in Bill Blass but everybody looked so old. But then, I guess, I fit in. But it's funny they would think to invite me. I'm looking very good now, I could have any of these old bags. I should go after Yoko Ono but I'd probably do it at the wrong time--just when she'd just found somebody I'd call her.
I got home to no phone call from California.
Warhol, A. (1989). The Andy Warhol Diaries (P. Hackett, Ed.). Pg. 384. New York: Warner Books.
Thursday, February 19, 1981
I wanted to go pass out Interviews but it was too late. I had to meet Christopher Gibbs from England at the office (cab $5.50). Doria Reagan was there, typing away. And they really don't have one Secret Service guy with her, and she could be with baby. I mean, don't they care about the possible grandson?
And Brigid and I are finally going to see Mary Tyler Moore on Monday. She's trying to change her image so she's a problem -- she didn't want to wear rich Halstons for the photos, and she didn't want to come to lunch with the rich Basses and she didn't want to go to rich Quo Vadis for dinner-- she wants us to meet her at John's Pizza Parlor on Bleecker Street.
And did I remember to say that Faye Dunaway called the other day? She's doing Mommie Dearest, playing Joan Crawford, and she wanted to know if I had bought Joan Crawford's heart pin at that auction and could she borrow it. But I hadn't. Faye just picks up the phone herself and calls, so she's fun, so maybe I'll call her up sometime. I'll get her number from Ara. She might be good to do a story on. I just saw Hurry Sundown on TV and she was so beautiful.
I invited Jon Gould to see 42nd Street because he's looking for ideas for Paramount and I want to suggest Popism to him as a movie, so I brought a copy. Wouldn't it be great if he got Paramount to buy it? And then I could work on it with him, he knows so much -- all these facts and figures and surveys -- he'd really be a good person to get to know.
Cabbed to Wintergarden ($4). From the first row, you can't see the feet tapping (laughs), you can only see the knees. then after the show we walked to the Russian Tea Room to meet Chris Makos who'd been to see Sphinx and loved it.
Warhol, A. (1989). The Andy Warhol Diaries (P. Hackett, Ed.). Pg. 358-359. New York: Warner Books.
And Brigid and I are finally going to see Mary Tyler Moore on Monday. She's trying to change her image so she's a problem -- she didn't want to wear rich Halstons for the photos, and she didn't want to come to lunch with the rich Basses and she didn't want to go to rich Quo Vadis for dinner-- she wants us to meet her at John's Pizza Parlor on Bleecker Street.
And did I remember to say that Faye Dunaway called the other day? She's doing Mommie Dearest, playing Joan Crawford, and she wanted to know if I had bought Joan Crawford's heart pin at that auction and could she borrow it. But I hadn't. Faye just picks up the phone herself and calls, so she's fun, so maybe I'll call her up sometime. I'll get her number from Ara. She might be good to do a story on. I just saw Hurry Sundown on TV and she was so beautiful.
I invited Jon Gould to see 42nd Street because he's looking for ideas for Paramount and I want to suggest Popism to him as a movie, so I brought a copy. Wouldn't it be great if he got Paramount to buy it? And then I could work on it with him, he knows so much -- all these facts and figures and surveys -- he'd really be a good person to get to know.
Cabbed to Wintergarden ($4). From the first row, you can't see the feet tapping (laughs), you can only see the knees. then after the show we walked to the Russian Tea Room to meet Chris Makos who'd been to see Sphinx and loved it.
Warhol, A. (1989). The Andy Warhol Diaries (P. Hackett, Ed.). Pg. 358-359. New York: Warner Books.
Tuesday, December 16, 1980
Truman was reading at Lincoln Center and Brigid decided she wasn't going to go because she felt too fat, but she made me promise to swear that she was there if he asked. Jane Holzer was sending the limo to pick me up. It was the Mitzi Newhouse Theater, we had fourth-row center, next to Halston and Martha Graham. Lester [Persky] was there, and Suzi Frankfurt, and Rex Reed. It wasn't completely sold-out, but it was pretty filled. Truman was cute, he explained each thing first, he got up on his toes and snapped his fingers and it was like disco and that was the best part. He read and acted the parts out. He read the maid story, and he read "A Christmas Memory" and a couple of other ones. Then afterward everybody was telling him how wonderful he was, because it was all friends. Rex told him the reading "touched my soul." Truman was shaking. The first thing he asked me was where Brigid and I swore she was there, and he said, "Well, then where is she?" and I said she had to go home, but I think he knew.
Warhol, A. (1989). The Andy Warhol Diaries (P. Hackett, Ed.). Pg. 349. New York: Warner Books.
NOTES: Suzi Frankfurt
Warhol, A. (1989). The Andy Warhol Diaries (P. Hackett, Ed.). Pg. 349. New York: Warner Books.
NOTES: Suzi Frankfurt
Tuesday, December 9, 1980
The news was the same news that had been on all night, pictures of John [Lennon] and old film clips. Had to take Archie and Amos down to the office to be looked at by the Lewis Allen dummy people (cab $5). When I got there Howdy Doody was waiting for me. I'm doing his portrait, he's one of the Big Myths.
After I photographed Howdy, I got into the barber's chair that the dummy people brought. They did the back of my head, they put a wig hat on me. There were two photographers and Ronnie was taking 3-D pictures. They put a gook on and covered my ears and eyes. They said, Pinch me if you want to get out of it." It was making me sick, and I had a cold, and I had phlegm that I couldn't cough up, it was awful They finally took the mold off but then they dropped it. They were saying. "We can save it, we can save it." But then they said they might have to do another one and I said, "No you're not." They stuck my hands in some more gook and that got some air bubbles so they lost a couple of fingers on that try. Then they did my teeth. And while this was going on, Ron Reagan arrived, he'd just had lunch with his father at the Waldorf. I was so out of it I couldn't really talk. Bob had given Doria the day off -- she's working for him now -- but she didn't go to the Waldorf lunch because Nancy couldn't get over the idea that her son had married without her consent.
And Bob was feeling his oats becasue the collector's issue of the Daily News that had "John Lennon Shot" headlines is the one that had the big story on him in it--"The Man Behind Andy Warhol." It was a long article, but it was boring.
I watched the John Lennon news and it's so scary. I mean, the other day, the kid named Michael who's been writing me letters for five years just walked in -- somebody buzzed him in -- and he walked over and handed me another letter and left. Where does he live? In institutions?
Warhol, A. (1989). The Andy Warhol Diaries (P. Hackett, Ed.). Pg. 347-348. New York: Warner Books.
After I photographed Howdy, I got into the barber's chair that the dummy people brought. They did the back of my head, they put a wig hat on me. There were two photographers and Ronnie was taking 3-D pictures. They put a gook on and covered my ears and eyes. They said, Pinch me if you want to get out of it." It was making me sick, and I had a cold, and I had phlegm that I couldn't cough up, it was awful They finally took the mold off but then they dropped it. They were saying. "We can save it, we can save it." But then they said they might have to do another one and I said, "No you're not." They stuck my hands in some more gook and that got some air bubbles so they lost a couple of fingers on that try. Then they did my teeth. And while this was going on, Ron Reagan arrived, he'd just had lunch with his father at the Waldorf. I was so out of it I couldn't really talk. Bob had given Doria the day off -- she's working for him now -- but she didn't go to the Waldorf lunch because Nancy couldn't get over the idea that her son had married without her consent.
And Bob was feeling his oats becasue the collector's issue of the Daily News that had "John Lennon Shot" headlines is the one that had the big story on him in it--"The Man Behind Andy Warhol." It was a long article, but it was boring.
I watched the John Lennon news and it's so scary. I mean, the other day, the kid named Michael who's been writing me letters for five years just walked in -- somebody buzzed him in -- and he walked over and handed me another letter and left. Where does he live? In institutions?
Warhol, A. (1989). The Andy Warhol Diaries (P. Hackett, Ed.). Pg. 347-348. New York: Warner Books.
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