The Andy Warhol Diaries
Andy Warhol, Pat Hackett
This international literary sensation turns the spotlight on one of the most influential and controversial figures in American culture. Filled with shocking observations about the lives, loves, and careers of the rich, famous, and fabulous, Warhol's journal is endlessly fun and fascinating.
Spanning the mid-1970s until just a few days before his death in 1987, THE ANDY WARHOL DIARIES is a compendium of the more than twenty thousand pages of the artist's diary that he dictated daily to Pat Hackett. In it, Warhol gives us the ultimate backstage pass to practically everything that went on in the world-both high and low. He hangs out with "everybody": Jackie O ("thinks she's so grand she doesn't even owe it to the public to have another great marriage to somebody big"), Yoko Ono ("We dialed F-U-C-K-Y-O-U and L-O-V-E-Y-O-U to see what happened, we had so much fun"), and "Princess Marina of, I guess, Greece," along with art-world rock stars Jean-Michel Basquiat, Francis Bacon, Salvador Dali, and Keith Haring.
Warhol had something to say about everyone who crossed his path, whether it was Lou Reed or Liberace, Patti Smith or Diana Ross, Frank Sinatra or Michael Jackson. A true cultural artifact, THE ANDY WARHOL DIARIES amounts to a portrait of an artist-and an era-unlike any other.
her building and then just as we were driving past Lenox Hill Hospital the body was going in that we’d just seen lying on the street (cab $4)! When I got home I didn’t have Barbara’s number to call her and tell her I got home safely, so I called Bob to get it, and he told me that Barbara had told him that everyone was after John Samuels—“especially Andy”—and I told him to call her up and tell her off—that if I’d wanted John Samuels I knew him before she did, and I’d only invited him to this
Chow’s ($5). And Lester Persky was there with the cute boy with white-blond hair who’s training for the pentathalon. He wants us to put him in Interview. Lester’s gotten so funny-looking, like a little fat Hitler. Monday, August 22, 1983 Went to meet Jean Michel at the office and I took pictures of him in a jockstrap. Chris called me and he’s accusing me of just dropping him because I don’t approve of Brian, and I mean, I guess that’s true, but still … and I don’t know what to do about
But Benjamin forgot we’d gotten them down, and he bought the medium one for $2,000! He didn’t remember! It was actually the size I really wanted, anyway, but he wound up giving the second store for the medium one what he was supposed to buy the large one for. So this means he hasn’t got a head for figures—a thousand dollars is a lot to waste. I just couldn’t believe it, after I’d haggled so hard. Went to Marylou’s on 9th Street for a models dinner (cab $5). Joey Hunter was there. And all the boy
lost the weight her nose never did get smaller. The liquor’s still in it. She has a twenty-inch waist now, though. Tuesday, May 6, 1986 Wilfredo picked me up and we went over to Calvin Klein’s on 38th and Broadway which seemed like a firetrap, you wait for the elevator for hours. John Fairchild was twenty minutes late and they held the show for him. It was great to read in Page Six that Jerry Della Femina’s ad agency did a Perry Ellis ad and the boy model was reading a book and there was
when I said that he became a different person—he didn’t think I knew about that and it stopped him cold. Watched MTV—the rebroadcast of our Fifteen Minutes show—to see if it had aged well, and it did still look current, it looked modern. We’ve got to get the colors brighter, though. I’ve got to work on that. It should look the way Madonna looks in her “Papa Don’t Preach” video where she’s dancing like Marilyn or Kim Novak. Those strong colors. Blond hair and orange lipstick on black.