Well, it was a pretty starless New Year's Eve. I feel left out. I think Calvin had a party and didn't invite me, and Bianca's in town and I didn't hear from her, she never even called to say she was coming by for her Christmas gift. And I mean, she doesn't have many other friends. But New Year's was easy and unemotional. Nobody was mushy.
During the day, Jay was moping around the office but he's been better since I had the talk with him about all his negativity probably causing the cold sores on his mouth.
Bought the papers and saw that the eyeglass place had given an item to the newspapers that I buy my glasses there and that they're bullet proof like the president of Nicaragua's (newspapers $5, cabs $3, $2). I mean, I'm not going to go there anymore. Why would they make that up? I mean, what are bulletproof eyeglasses? What could they do for you?
I was going to call lots of people and wish them Happy New Year but then I couldn't get it together to call anybody.
Sam picked up PH and they came to pick me up (cab $10). So we got to Jane Holzer's and of course she wasn't ready, after telling me she wanted to get to Roy Cohn's party at 9:00 so she could really work the room for her real estate. She was still in her bathrobe. So then she got into her makeup and a black Armani jacket and pants. She's a little heavier.
And so we went to Roy Cohn's townhouse, and it was sad to see him like that, it really was. He didn't look old but God, he looked so sick. I don't know what to describe it as. And it was people like Joey and Cindy Adams.
Steve Dunleavy the Australian journalist said, "Give me a bon mot for the new year," and I couldn't think of one. Roy's ninety-year-old aunt was there, she owns Van Heusen shirts, she was the one who gave permission for me to use Ronald Reagan's old Van Heusen ad in my painting. She was like a WASP dowager, only with a hook nose, and she still has every one of her marbles. Jane went over to her and said, "I'm sure you don't remember me," and she said, "Oh yes I do, Jane, and how is your wonderful son Rusty and his horseback riding?"
And Doris Lilly was there. And Roy's nephew or something from Palm Beach who writes for the Miami Herald and wants to write for Interview. Monique Van Vooren was there, she walked into the front room shielding her face, she said, "Oh my, it's the same wonderful lighting as always." Because it was horrible and bright and with this old crowd it was really a horror show.
And then Regine was there and she invited us to the $2,000-a-plate Julio Iglesias dinner-concert right afterwards at the Essex House, so we got ourselves excited for that.
Oh, and I got a Christmas card from Jann Wenner and his wife and a baby. Did they have a baby or did they adopt one? The name was "Wenner." I don't remember her being pregnant.
At Essex House the best thing was a girl came over and gave us all brass key chains that were engraved concert tickets that said: "Julio Iglesias, Essex House, December 31, 1985, $2,000." And Angie Dickinson was there, who's always so nice. Same went over and took her picture and told her he worked for me and she said, "Oh, I love him." Regis Philbin did a comedy introduction about people calling him Phoebus Region and Regis Philbin and things like that and then he introduced the celebs and the spotlight went on me, and I froze. And then at midnight they shot big spangles out of the cannons. And there were orchids and it was fun, and Julio's great line was he comes out on stage and says, "I FEEL GUILTY! I LOVE YOU!" And he kept talking about how we were all one family. And everybody who heard the price of this thing said that it must be a benefit, but it wasn't, it was just for Julio.
Left there and went over to Hard Rock Cafe and the rock and roll crowd there was the most corny crowd in the world. It always is. Some CNN people interviewed me on what I was going to be doing next year and I said I was working on a Barbie doll. And then somebody who came in told us that Ricky Nelson had just been killed in a plane crash in Texas.
Warhol, A. (1989). The Andy Warhol Diaries (P. Hackett, Ed.). Pg. 705-706. New York: Warner Books.
Saturday, November 30, 1985
Got up and went down to the kitchen and ate the turkey that Nena and Aurora had cooked. I was going to call Dr. Karen but I couldn't face being tortured with collagen needles. I didn't even call to wish her a Happy Thanksgiving.
So I'm at the office and the phone rings and it's Geri Miller calling from the women's shelter and she goes back and forth from "You scumbag!" to being sweet. And she's screaming in the background calling some policeman "You nigger!" and I could hear him getting mad and then later she's screaming at this social worker, "You black lesbian nigger, get away from me!" And she's saying that Mario Cuomo is her father--the other day she called and said Muhammad Ali was--and then she knows everything--like she knew the cover I did of Cuomo for Manhattan, inc. magazine. And she's saying, "he has a birthmark there and I have a birthmark there, so he's my father!" It's like talking to Crazy Matty. And they both have all this energy. She said, "When you saw me on the street I was working in real estate for Alice Mason." That's exactly what she said. And I have a funny feeling she's a young senile person. After seeing these Donahue shows. Because she says they say it's schizophrenia, but I don't think so. A Jewish girl who came from New Jersey--in her Trash days she was our most sensible superstar--then in the seventies she suddenly got crazy. One day she was very down to earth, worrying about her topless dancing career, and then the next week she showed up barefoot at 860, saying that the Mafia gave her LSD because she knew too much! From working in all those topless bars they own on 45th Street, I guess.
And so she's calling from shelters and the odd thing is, she remembers all these details of things that happened to her way in the past. Like she brought up when she had sex with Eric de Rothschild in the sixties and she said that after they had sex he called up Jane Holzer to go for a walk in the park, and she said, "Why did he have to call up Jane Holzer--whey didn't he just take me for a walk?" I mean, every detail. Does that mean nothing's happened in her life since then?
Oh, and more sixties updates: My sixty-year-old cousin called and she was in town with her son and said they wanted to come and see the office, so they came down. And her son is the one who knew Ondine in Pittsburgh. He once took the film courses that Ondine was (laughs) giving there, and he told me that Ondine is now selling hot dogs at Madison Square Garden. I'm serious. You know, Ondine "rented" all those films from us and then never returned them. Loves of Ondine, Chelsea Girls. And there was a story about Gerard Malanga in New York, about him being the new archivist for the Parks Department and for some reason Vincent was upset that Gerard was saying he was thirty-eight. I took a picture of Gerard the other week, though, and he does look great. But how old is he really? About forty-two or forty-three? And oh, God, on my Blue Cross I just scribble and make it up all the time and then I get these things that say my birthday is August 28, 1982, so if I have an accident I probably won't get (laughs) my money.
I'm starting to think that crystals don't work. Because look what's happened lately when they're supposed to be protecting me--my rug has cancer from the moths, I stepped on a beautiful old plastic ring and crushed it, and I was assaulted at the book signing. But I've got to believe in something, so I'll continue with the crystals. because things could always be worse.
Warhol, A. (1989). The Andy Warhol Diaries (P. Hackett, Ed.). Pg. 696-697. New York: Warner Books.
So I'm at the office and the phone rings and it's Geri Miller calling from the women's shelter and she goes back and forth from "You scumbag!" to being sweet. And she's screaming in the background calling some policeman "You nigger!" and I could hear him getting mad and then later she's screaming at this social worker, "You black lesbian nigger, get away from me!" And she's saying that Mario Cuomo is her father--the other day she called and said Muhammad Ali was--and then she knows everything--like she knew the cover I did of Cuomo for Manhattan, inc. magazine. And she's saying, "he has a birthmark there and I have a birthmark there, so he's my father!" It's like talking to Crazy Matty. And they both have all this energy. She said, "When you saw me on the street I was working in real estate for Alice Mason." That's exactly what she said. And I have a funny feeling she's a young senile person. After seeing these Donahue shows. Because she says they say it's schizophrenia, but I don't think so. A Jewish girl who came from New Jersey--in her Trash days she was our most sensible superstar--then in the seventies she suddenly got crazy. One day she was very down to earth, worrying about her topless dancing career, and then the next week she showed up barefoot at 860, saying that the Mafia gave her LSD because she knew too much! From working in all those topless bars they own on 45th Street, I guess.
And so she's calling from shelters and the odd thing is, she remembers all these details of things that happened to her way in the past. Like she brought up when she had sex with Eric de Rothschild in the sixties and she said that after they had sex he called up Jane Holzer to go for a walk in the park, and she said, "Why did he have to call up Jane Holzer--whey didn't he just take me for a walk?" I mean, every detail. Does that mean nothing's happened in her life since then?
Oh, and more sixties updates: My sixty-year-old cousin called and she was in town with her son and said they wanted to come and see the office, so they came down. And her son is the one who knew Ondine in Pittsburgh. He once took the film courses that Ondine was (laughs) giving there, and he told me that Ondine is now selling hot dogs at Madison Square Garden. I'm serious. You know, Ondine "rented" all those films from us and then never returned them. Loves of Ondine, Chelsea Girls. And there was a story about Gerard Malanga in New York, about him being the new archivist for the Parks Department and for some reason Vincent was upset that Gerard was saying he was thirty-eight. I took a picture of Gerard the other week, though, and he does look great. But how old is he really? About forty-two or forty-three? And oh, God, on my Blue Cross I just scribble and make it up all the time and then I get these things that say my birthday is August 28, 1982, so if I have an accident I probably won't get (laughs) my money.
I'm starting to think that crystals don't work. Because look what's happened lately when they're supposed to be protecting me--my rug has cancer from the moths, I stepped on a beautiful old plastic ring and crushed it, and I was assaulted at the book signing. But I've got to believe in something, so I'll continue with the crystals. because things could always be worse.
Warhol, A. (1989). The Andy Warhol Diaries (P. Hackett, Ed.). Pg. 696-697. New York: Warner Books.
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.
Thursday, November 21, 1985
Picked up by Benjamin. Walked down Madison. Stopped at the nice chocolate store way in the back of the AT&T building and they gave us some free candy so I hope they make it.
Edmund Gaultney came in and he's put some weight back on and he's looking good again. He's off macrobiotic. Peter Wise is cooking food for him.
And then the Sacklers were doing this thing at the Metropolitan Club and I was figuring out who to bring, and I should have brought Dr. Li, I guess, because I would up sitting with Dr. Linus Pauling, but I brought Paige and she had a really good time. Dr. Karen Burke would've been all over every man and the wives would've gotten mad at her. There's nobody to go after portraits for me though. We're still missing a Bob Colacello.
So cabbed to the Metropolitan Club ($5). And there's Paige sitting downstairs in the hallway. Those horrible doormen there wouldn't let her in because she didn't have a fur coat! And we ran into Richard Johnson who works at the Post and he said that Susan Mulcahy just quit. He would be a good eligible person to invite on our blind-date nights.
And Dr. Pauling took my arm, he was getting an award. Upstairs I was next to Jill Sackler, across from Martha Graham, and Jill said, "Martha's been dying to meet Linus Pauling for years and now she's next to him and doesn't know it."
I met a man who said he invented vitamin B or C.
And Dr. Pauling was telling us that the only real killer is sugar, and then Paige and I were dumbfounded later when they brought dessert and he sat there eating all these cookies. Paige dropped me off.
Warhol, A. (1989). The Andy Warhol Diaries (P. Hackett, Ed.). Pg. 694. New York: Warner Books.
Edmund Gaultney came in and he's put some weight back on and he's looking good again. He's off macrobiotic. Peter Wise is cooking food for him.
And then the Sacklers were doing this thing at the Metropolitan Club and I was figuring out who to bring, and I should have brought Dr. Li, I guess, because I would up sitting with Dr. Linus Pauling, but I brought Paige and she had a really good time. Dr. Karen Burke would've been all over every man and the wives would've gotten mad at her. There's nobody to go after portraits for me though. We're still missing a Bob Colacello.
So cabbed to the Metropolitan Club ($5). And there's Paige sitting downstairs in the hallway. Those horrible doormen there wouldn't let her in because she didn't have a fur coat! And we ran into Richard Johnson who works at the Post and he said that Susan Mulcahy just quit. He would be a good eligible person to invite on our blind-date nights.
And Dr. Pauling took my arm, he was getting an award. Upstairs I was next to Jill Sackler, across from Martha Graham, and Jill said, "Martha's been dying to meet Linus Pauling for years and now she's next to him and doesn't know it."
I met a man who said he invented vitamin B or C.
And Dr. Pauling was telling us that the only real killer is sugar, and then Paige and I were dumbfounded later when they brought dessert and he sat there eating all these cookies. Paige dropped me off.
Warhol, A. (1989). The Andy Warhol Diaries (P. Hackett, Ed.). Pg. 694. New York: Warner Books.
Tuesday, September 10, 1985
Chris Sold a picture of me to In Touch magazine which has an interview inside. He'd sell you to a gutter. I'm going to have to remember when I sign releases for him to specify that it's only for the one occasion.
Sandro Chia came by to visit, he was really sweet. and the news was that Carl Andre the artist may have pushed his wife out the window in the aprtment in the high rise in the Village where they lived. The big headline said that he was supected but then the article was ll about how she'd probably fallen. And Sandro said, "Good, good, they should kill all women." He's getting divorced from his wife.
Warhol, A. (1989). The Andy Warhol Diaries (P. Hackett, Ed.). 676. New York: Warner Books.
Sandro Chia came by to visit, he was really sweet. and the news was that Carl Andre the artist may have pushed his wife out the window in the aprtment in the high rise in the Village where they lived. The big headline said that he was supected but then the article was ll about how she'd probably fallen. And Sandro said, "Good, good, they should kill all women." He's getting divorced from his wife.
Warhol, A. (1989). The Andy Warhol Diaries (P. Hackett, Ed.). 676. New York: Warner Books.
Friday, August 2, 1985
The Tina Turner concert was great. I thought she was copying Mick Jagger but then somebody told me she taught him how to dance. And oh, what is Ron Delsener's problem? He never got us backstage passes and he's complaining to me about Cornelia wanting free tickets, and I felt like saying to him, "Look, you want to get into society -- well, someday she might invite you to that big party, you know?"
The wife of Glenn Frey of the Eagles came over to me, and Cornelia screamed. "Get away, you groupie!"-- so mean and rude. She picked all that up from hanging around with Boy George and Marilyn.
Warhol, A. (1989). The Andy Warhol Diaries (P. Hackett, Ed.). Pg. 666. New York: Warner Books.
The wife of Glenn Frey of the Eagles came over to me, and Cornelia screamed. "Get away, you groupie!"-- so mean and rude. She picked all that up from hanging around with Boy George and Marilyn.
Warhol, A. (1989). The Andy Warhol Diaries (P. Hackett, Ed.). Pg. 666. New York: Warner Books.
Tuesday, July 22, 1985
Went up to the Kiss of the Spider Woman screening (cab $5). This is the movie Jane Holzer produced with that David Weisman, the Ciao Manhattan person. I can't stand him so I hate to say it, but I liked the movie. And I guess people are wanting arty movies now, or something, it's the right time.
I had to get home early and dye my hair because of my public appearance at Lincoln Center for Commodore Computers the next day. Dyed my eyebrows, too. Black. I always dye it black first, and then leave some white and everything. I'm artistic, sweetheart.
Warhol, A. (1989). The Andy Warhol Diaries (P. Hackett, Ed.). Pg. 664. New York: Warner Books.
I had to get home early and dye my hair because of my public appearance at Lincoln Center for Commodore Computers the next day. Dyed my eyebrows, too. Black. I always dye it black first, and then leave some white and everything. I'm artistic, sweetheart.
Warhol, A. (1989). The Andy Warhol Diaries (P. Hackett, Ed.). Pg. 664. New York: Warner Books.
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