by Andy Warhol
She’s Czech, from a Czechoslovakian town in Texas which I’d never heard of. And I couldn’t believe it when she said she’d been an extra in the “crowd” scene in our movie Women in Revolt —the bar scene that we filmed in Paul Morrissey’s basement on East 6th Street—and she said she was also in the background singing on that Lonesome Cowboys theme song record that Bob Goldstein wrote and Eric Emerson sang! She folded her legs up under her on the chairs. She has beautiful skin.
Friday, April 8, 1977
Went with Jed to see Sissy Spacek in Carrie (cab $2.50, tickets $3). Loved it. Finally somebody did slow motion right.
Saturday, April 9, 1977
Brigid called and started screaming because she found out that Bad was X-rated for violence just because a baby gets thrown out a window! You don’t even see it land! Brigid was yelling for “getting me into another X-rated movie.” I can’t believe the distributor—Corman—didn’t fight that, it’s just so ridiculous.
Sunday, April 10,1977
Went to early mass, a beautiful day, warm and sunny (newspapers and mags for the week $20). Cab to Kitty Miller’s for Easter lunch ($2).
Then cab to 135 Central Park West with Fred to Marsia Trinder and Lenny Holzer’s ($3). Marsia was having an Easter party. Mick was there with Jade. Bianca didn’t come, she said that Fred would give her the gossip anyway and that it would just be “a bunch of English whores” there, and she was right—it was all the English boy and girl whores.
Rebecca was passed out there. Earl McGrath was there. Jade took my camera and was taking pictures of people, mostly of her father, Mick. Marsia had hidden eggs all around the apartment, like unscrewing the light bulb and putting an egg there, and under pillows, and the kids went looking. Jade found most of them and threw them on the floor. The real eggs, not chocolate. Andrea Portago was there and this is a secret—she’s the new Nina Ricci girl. They’re reviving that Rich Girl promotion idea for perfumes, they’ve been looking for a long time. Remember last year when they interviewed Barbara Allen?
Andrea said she was out with Dennis Hopper and they went up to Elaine’s and she started playing backgammon with Elaine and she won one and Elaine won one, and then they started a third game and Andrea was losing and then she won, and Elaine got mad and called her a “rich bitch” and told her not to come in there again. Elaine doesn’t like to lose.
Monday, April 11,1977
Cabbed down to Chembank and walked over to the office (cab $3.25).
Ronnie and Gigi had another fight and he cut up her clothes. I remember René Ricard once did that to the girl he married. I had lunch with Ronnie and gave him my “there’s always somebody else around the corner” philosophy, and Ronnie said yeah, that he had six girlfriends now. He said, “I’m not coked up, I’m not upset, I’m fine, I’m fine.”
Worked very late, a little after 8:00. I was going to the movies but then it got too late. Wound up taking the dogs for a long walk with Jed up to 80th and back down, had a good time.
Tuesday, April 12, 1977
Mick wants me to do the cover on his next album. I’m trying to think of ideas, how to do “Rolling Stones,” one of those little plastic games where you have to roll the stones into the holes.
Victor called and said that it was getting too heavy at Halston’s and that he was moving into the loft on 19th and 5th, renting with an option to buy. Until he moves in in May he’ll be sleeping around, he said.
Wednesday, April 13, 1977
I was going up for cocktails and then dinner for Jean Stein at her sister Susan Shiva’s apartment in the Dakota. I thought it couldn’t be anything great so I was forty-five minutes late ($3). The first person I saw when I walked in the door was Jackie O., looking beautiful. Then Norman Mailer. Jackie was talking to Jean’s boyfriend who works for the Smithsonian. Delfina Rattazzi who still works for Jackie at Viking was there with such a complete new look I didn’t recognize her—curly hair and a sexy dress.
Sue Mengers was there, and she came over to me and said her knees were buckling, that she’d never been to a party like this. Babe Paley and her chairman-of-CBS husband went by, and later when I saw Sue and Paley sitting together I remembered what Sue had told me in California, that the only job she ever wanted was Paley’s.
I told Norman Mailer I loved him on the Academy Awards and he said he’d just seen a video of how fast he’d come down the ramp—Billy Friedkin had told him to do it that way. Renata Adler who writes for the New Yorker was there with Avedon. She said she’s going to law school now at Yale but she thinks she’ll maybe drop out. She says it’s so hard, and that she can’t remember anything.
I had the first really nice talk with Jackie O. but I don’t remember too much what it was about. The Magic of People in the Movies, or something. Sue Mengers was running around this party bragging the same thing that she always brags—that she could offer President Carter a three-picture deal at $3 million a picture and that he’d take it, because everybody wants to be in the movies. So I pointed at Jackie and told Sue to go prove it, but she was afraid, she wouldn’t go over to her and make the offer. Andrew Young from the U.N. and another black guy were there. Sue was thrilled to meet them.
Dennis Hopper told me he’s directing Junkie, the William Burroughs bio, and I made a faux pas by telling him he should use Mick for the star because then Dennis said that he was the star.
A son of Nick Dunne was there, trying to be an actor now. Then Earl took me into the back rooms of the house, and there were ten girls around seventeen or eighteen, full-grown, the age of Jean’s daughter who’s in college, and they were like having a slumber party, guessing at who was out there at the “grownup” party! But these girls were so old, it was funny. They were thrilled to see me, I signed the TV, the armoire, their hands, everything. Every half-hour they’d let one girl out and into the party.
Dropped off Nick Dunne’s son on 90th and Central Park West (cab $5).
Friday, April 15,1977
We had our first nut at 860 yesterday—Diane Coffman came up. We’ve had nuts before but not one that we knew. She was in our play, Pork, in ‘70 or ‘71. The director, Tony Ingrassia, must have discovered her. She kept saying, “You know how to spell Coffman? C-O-F-F-M-A-N.” Had to give her money ($10).
Lunch was for Diana Vreeland and an Argentinian woman, and Bob had invited Michael and Pat York. Carole Rogers and Sally from Interview had invited a hi-fi girl to try to sell her ads. The girl was impressed with Diana and the Yorks, she thought she was just going to have lunch with Carole and Sally. Diana was saying that she’d discovered the museum had turned the lights up and the music down on her Russian costume show—they said it was because some people had complained they couldn’t see anything and the music was too loud. Diana said that you don’t go change something because somebody asks you to, that that’s the trouble with this country, they want to “give the public what it wants.” “Well,” she said, “the public wants what it can’t get, and it’s up to museums to teach them what to want.” And she said that’s the trouble with Vogue magazine and all the other magazines today—except for Interview, she said.
Sunday, April 17, 1977
Went to church and while I was kneeling and praying for money a shopping-bag lady came in and asked me for some. She asked for $5 and then upped it to $10. It was like Viva. I gave her a nickel. She started putting her hand in my pocket. She looked like an older version of Brigid with straight hair.
Gave autographs outside. Cabbed down to the office ($4). While I was at work Diane Coff-man called and I told her I was the janitor and she believed me. After I gave her the $10 on Friday, incidentally, she went out and bought some stupid flowers with it. She came back and showed me.
Read lots of old Vanity Fairs for ideas, they looked so beautiful.
And Fred has been much busier than me—after the big de Menil party on Saturday he went to Lally Weymouth’s party which was for lots of heavies, and I was complaining that I wasn’t invited and Fred said,
“You didn’t sleep with her.”
Wednesday, April 20, 1977
On the way downtown I ran into Lewis Allen, who invited me to the opening of Annie, and then ran into Alan Bates who’s been in town for a couple of months to work on a Paul Mazursky movie. I always say to them that I’ll call them and interview them, but I’ve got to stop staying that because it’s ridiculous—like I’m so sure they want to be interviewed.
At 8:15 went to the Iranian embassy (cab $3). Hoveyda seemed nervous. It was a party for a man who used to be the chief editor of Newsweek, Osborn Elliott. I was next to Mrs. Astor, and on my other side Frank Perry. Mrs. Astor said she wished she had a tail so she could shake hands with people and hold cocktails and put on lipstick all at once.
Thursday, April 21, 1977
Went with Bob to pick up Bianca to take her to a dinner that Sandy Milliken was giving at his loft in Soho and Jade came downstairs and said, “Andy Warhol, you never come to see me anymore.” Jade asked us if we wanted something to drink and we said, “Two vodkas on the rocks,” and she said to the Spanish maid, “Dos vodkas con heilo.” I wanted her to sing, and so she did “Frère Jacques,” and I asked her to sing “Satisfaction” and she’d never heard of it. She sang “Ring Around the Roses” but she said, “Tissue, tissue, all fall down.” I asked her to make up a song about her day and she started to sing: “I invited another child at school to come for dinner/ But they wouldn’t come/They think we’re crazy/But they’re crazy.”
Bianca came down in a white cotton skirt and blue blouse, but then looked at us dressed so formal and went back up and put on a gold and black lamé dress and gold shoes.
As we were leaving, Jade said, “Now Andy Warhol, I want you to visit more often.” Then she kissed everyone but she forgot about Bianca, and Bianca said, “What about me?” and Jade crawled over on the floor and kissed her, too. Cabbed to 141 Prince Street. Very fancy loft building. I got jealous that I didn’t buy more buildings down there when they were cheap—lots of them.
Monday, May 23, 1977
Tina Fredericks called and said that Tommy Schippers wouldn’t be renting our place in Montauk. His wife died of cancer and now he has the same kind and that scared me—I guess you can catch it from other people.
Wednesday, May 25, 1977—Paris
Arrived in Paris around 9 A.M. Went to Fred’s apartment on Rue du Cherche-Midi.
All Fred’s chic antiques are looking more and more like just junk covered in rags.
William Burke arrived with breakfast.
Did interviews with Le Monde, Le Figaro, and Elle that’d been arranged by Flammarion, our French publisher. Then it was time to go to the Beaubourg to sign Philosophy books at their bookshop (cab $5).
Shirley Goldfarb came, and Daniel Templon came, he’s giving the Hammer & Sickle show next Tuesday, and about 100 dirty kids in punk clothes.
Pontus Hulten, the director of the Beaubourg, showed up and took us on a tour. First we went into the big Tinguely sculpture being constructed in the middle of the ground floor. He took us to a storeroom stuffed with chocolate and gave us some. It smelled so good, the chocolate room.
Then we saw the Kienholz show and then the Paris/New York show opening next week and then the permanent collection. This took two hours and Bob was passing out but I had energy and wanted to just rush home and paint and stop doing society portraits.
Thursday, May 26, 1977—Paris—Brussels
Went to lunch with Clara Sant of Yves Saint Laurent and Paloma Picasso at Angelina. Clara looked good, thinner, and Paloma, too. Clara’s suffering through the marriage of her boyfriend Thadée Klossowski to Loulou de la Falaise. She first found out by an official notice in Le Figaro placed by Thadée and Loulou. She’s getting her sense of humor back now so she’s getting over it. I said Clara and I should announce our marriage in Le Figaro to outdo them.
Cabbed to train station ($8). Had our own compartment. Fell asleep. Arrived Brussels at 7:00. Mr. LeBruin, the art dealer showing my pictures, greeted us with a couple of hippie boys. Checked into the not-chic Hotel Brussels. We all had duplex suites which was crazy, because whenever the doorbell rang you’d be upstairs in the bathroom and you’d have to rush down the floating staircase to answer it.
Rushed to Galerie D. A mob scene. Stuck in a corner signing autographs and books. Sold 120.
The kids here were cute, sort of hippie. Around 9:00 made a fast chic exit through mob into our chauffeured Chevy and expected to be whisked away but then we saw that there was nobody in the driver’s seat. A kid offered me an ice cream cone and I said no, so he splattered it all over the roof of the car and it dripped down the windows. The kids started laughing at us, just sitting there for twenty minutes. Finally the chauffeur arrived and said he’d been peeing.
Stopped at Leon Lambert’s. He lives in the penthouse of a ten-story building above his bank. The place is unbelievable, so simple and so much art from Van Gogh to Picasso to—Warhol. Saw his bedroom behind a bookcase in the library. Secret apartment with two bedrooms, one for his regular boyfriend, one for one-night stands. After dinner in a little bistro in the Galleria we walked down the arcade. Stopped at a gay bar and Bob asked the most beautiful boy in Belgium to dance so they did, but when Bob gave him a peck on the neck and that led to the lips Fred and I got embarrassed because everyone said boys don’t do that in public in Brussels—even in gay bars!
Friday, May 27, 1977—Brussels—Paris
Slept on train. Rented a car ($20) to take us to William Burke’s gallery where he was having a show of photos of me and also a book signing. Paloma was waiting in the alley for us. Nico [see Introduction] was there with a young kid with a big bulge in his pants, she asked Bob to photograph him. Bob already had. Nico looked older and fatter and sadder. She was crying, she said, because of the beauty of the show. I wanted to give her some money but not directly so I signed a 500-franc note ($100) and handed it to her and she got even more sentimental and said, “I must frame this, can you give me another one, unsigned, to spend?” ($100, cab to Regine’s $4). Barbara and Philip were there, Regine and her husband. Then Maria Niarchos arrived. Regine was all excited by the success of her punk party the night before, said she served chocolate mousse in dog dishes. Got tired of waiting for Bianca so we sat down to dinner around 11:00. Dinner was crayfish, goose, fruit plates—very good. A beautiful English girl was putting down Maria as “amoral” because she was showing off her cleavage where I’d signed it. Fred was very drunk and started defending Maria and saying, “What is morality anyway?” and they fought for the rest of the night. It was so French.
At 3 A.M. just when we decided to leave Bianca called and said to please wait for her. She arrived a minute later looking great and the party started all over again. She was wearing a beautiful Fabergé amethyst. Around 6:00 when the waiters started sweeping up we left.
Saturday, May 28, 1977—Paris
Went out to dinner at Monsieur Boeuf. When Bianca arrived she passed out some Locker Room poppers and Barbara Allen didn’t want Philip Niarchos to take any so she hid them and later when Bianca ran out of them she begged Barbara for them back. Meanwhile some creepy girl recognized me—we were dining al fresco because it was a beautiful night, clear sky and big moon—and she started screaming in French that she loved me but that I abandoned the underground and that she was a necrophiliac just released from a mental institution. It sort of ruined dinner. Fred was tired and went home. We dropped Philip and Barbara at the Ritz, Bianca had a car. In the car after we dropped them Bianca said she didn’t know what to do, because Barbara had asked her if she knew if Philip slept with any other girls when he was down in the south of France last week. Bianca told us he’d been with Anouk Aimée’s daughter, Manuela Papatakis, and Bianca didn’t know whether to tell Barbara the truth and hurt her, or lie and have her find out from someone else and then think that Bianca wasn’t her real friend. Barbara had refused to go to the south of France with him because she had a “screen test” with Jack Nic
holson.
Monday, May 30, 1977—Paris
Dead in Paris, it was Pentecost. Got up to meet Bianca to go to the tennis matches. Bob and Fred were in the crabbiest moods ever.
Fred called Bianca and she said she was running late, so we ran late but we were still early when we got to the Plaza-Athénée (taxi $4). James Mason was in the lobby.
Then Bianca appeared in white slacks, black halter top with an amethyst pinned to it. She said she had been up until 5 A.M. at the Sept just talking to the tennis player who never makes it with anyone but his wife. She said he wanted to make it with her but she hates affairs because they get “too complicated.” Who’s she trying to kid?
Tuesday, May 31, 1977—Paris
Cabbed to Plaza-Athénée ($ 5) to meet Bianca to interview Ungaro. Bianca had a small but beautiful suite with a terrace facing the courtyard filled with geraniums and red umbrellas. Read an English newspaper. Ate an orange that was there while we waited. She was looking all over for her Fabergé amethyst and when she couldn’t find it she said she couldn’t do the interview with us and she ran out to Castel’s to crawl on her hands and knees looking for it—she thought she lost it there the night before.
Bettina was the first to arrive for lunch so we interviewed her. She works for Ungaro now. She was wearing a Bulgari snake watch and white Ungaro suit. Then Ungaro finally arrived. He was wearing a white suit, too.