by Andy Warhol
Then went to his place. Princess Grace and Caroline of Monaco ran out of Ungaro Couture when they heard we were next door at Ungaro Homme. Bob bought a suit. Then we went to the Rue Beaubourg for my Hammer & Sickle opening at the Galerie Daniel Templon. All the same punks were there plus São Schlumberger in a blue Givenchy. She was on her way to Florence Van der Kemp’s dinner in Versailles.
Barbara Allen came early and told us all her own gossip—she and Philip Niarchos had a big fight last night. He accused her of having affairs with Jack, Warren, and Mick. She didn’t deny it even though she says she hasn’t. He admitted to her his affair with Manuela Papatakis in the south of France plus one other plus three hookers. In three weeks. They made a pact that when they are together they are “together,” but when they’re not, they’re “not.”
Some punks had a fight and a tooth got knocked out. They started screaming my name loudly so I was locked into the office. Then it was time to leave for dinner. On the way out a drunk creep kissed me smack on the lips and I almost fainted.
Oh, and Bianca was in a great mood because they’d found her amethyst. She had threatened to bring in private detectives. So they questioned the help—they’ve all worked there for years— and the oldest man was the one who’d found it when he cleaned up and kept it.
Wednesday, June 1, 1977—Paris
Barbara Allen called and said we were invited to meet at the Brandolinis’ for drinks. Then Maria Niarchos called and said she wanted us to see her father’s palace (cab $3). We walked in through the garden and went into the marble foyer then down the gold-on-gold-on-gold hallway and into a salon covered in great Impressionist paintings, all lit in the dark—they almost looked fake. Maria made us drinks and then we toured the grand bathrooms and bedrooms and sitting rooms and Philip’s office, which is so grand in order to scare the people he does business with. Then we cabbed to the Brandolinis’ ($4). Everyone—except me—went into the bathroom all at one time. Bob will probably say that I had a little bit of coke, too, but I did not. But I did kiss Roberto out on the balcony overlooking Van Cleef and (laughs) he said, “Please, I’m married and have a kid.” Got home around 4:00 (cab $3).
Thursday, June 2, 1977—Paris
Joel LeBon was shooting me for the Façade cover with Edwige, a girl punk (cab to the studio in Trocadero $8). It took Joel three hours to do one shot under very hot lights.
At night I stayed home. Bob escorted Bianca to Castel’s where he said they ran into Maria Niarchos and her youngest brother Constantin, who’s sixteen, losing his baby fat, and he’d been to his first whore that afternoon—Barbara told them that but said not to tell. She said that Philip sent the whore from Madame Claude’s, the best place in Paris. The girl was not too tall, not too short, not too light, not too dark—all on purpose, so that Constantin wouldn’t get stuck on any one type.
Friday, June 3, 1977—Paris
We went to Castel’s (taxi $4). The same old crowd was there, having Caroline of Monaco’s secret engagement dinner to Philippe Junot. We weren’t asked.
Sunday, June 5, 1977—New York
Made lots of calls around town, catching up. Vincent was in Montauk showing Louis Malle the place, hoping for a rental. We’re trying to rent the main house for $4,000 a month during July and August—$26,000 for six months. Two thousand a month for the small cottages, but we’ll deal. Mr. Winters wears his Bad T-shirt and his Rolling Stones denim jacket while he takes care of the place. He needs a new Jeep—he has a door hinge for an accelerator pedal. He handed Vincent a magazine clipping that said I buy a new car for myself every year, to help make his case for a new Jeep.
Tuesday, June 7, 1977
Dennis Hopper and Caterine Milinaire and Terry Southern and a photographer from Time came by. Her job was to follow Dennis around, and he wanted to come to the Factory and have her follow him there. There was just an article in Time or Newsweek on the Apocalypse Now movie that Coppola is finishing. Dennis is playing a crazed hippie photographer in it. The photographer from Time took pictures of Caterine taking pictures of Dennis taking pictures of me taking pictures of Dennis.
Chris Makos brought down a “landscape” but then Victor brought down two and he made me do his first. Chris’s was from the Harvard Drama School.
Dennis Hopper came and was watching me photograph the nude boy, but Victor didn’t know who Dennis was and threw him out.
Thursday, June 9, 1977
Got to the St. Regis at 11:30 for the Jewish Anti-Defamation League testimonial to Elizabeth Taylor. Liz and Halston weren’t there yet. I met the president of Cartier. Eugenia Sheppard was there. Hermione Gingold was there. A woman who didn’t even have to say she was Bob Feiden’s mother came over to me and said that, because she looked just like Bob Feiden but with jewelry. John Springer and Liz and Halston arrived. There were two or three Liz lookalikes there, one introduced herself to Liz.
I was next to Mary Beame, the wife of Mayor Abe Beame. There were a few anti-defamation people on the dais, and Hal Prince and Mike Todd, Jr. Liv Ullmann led the prayer, and Diane Von Furstenberg was there. Livia Weintraub who was good-looking gave a speech about being in a concentration camp, and she ended it with a plug for her new perfume, “Livia.” She gave Liz one of the first batch of 50. Dore Schary was there, he founded the league. It was rotten food— gold salmon.
Then they gave Liz the plaque which had raw amethyst all over it—the stuff ashtrays are made of—it was of Mt. Sinai and at the top in gold was the Ten Commandments. Liz was in river purple, she got up and gave a little speech, very breathy and sincere, like, “I’m just like all of you—when I care about something, I do something about it, we’re all like that, thank you so much.” John Warner was there. Then she and Halston got up off the dais to make a trip to the bathroom and one of the ladies at Bob’s table wondered, “Why are they both going to the bathroom?” And another lady said, “Maybe she ripped her dress and Halston’s going to sew it for her.”
Cabbed downtown because we had to meet Bella Abzug at the office to photograph her for the cover of Rolling Stone ($4.25).
Bella was there with her daughter, (laughs) another dyke. Oh I’m kidding, but you know what I mean—a chip off the same block. I took pictures of Bella smelling a rose. Jann Wenner came down.
Cabbed to La Petite Ferme, a little restaurant in the Village where George Mason was having a dinner for me. Catherine and her brother Valentine were waiting for us out in the rain. All the boys in the family are raving beauties, but the girls are like Catherine—just cute.
Then I talked everybody into going up to Studio 54 for the party for Beatlemania. Aerosmith was there, and Cyrinda Foxe from Bad who used to live with David Johansen but now she lives with one of Aerosmith. She said that a picture of me with a Campbell’s Soup Can was in the light show of Beatlemania.
Saturday, June 11, 1977
Most of the office went to Montauk. I’m going to try to arrange for a Toyota for Mr. Winters, so Vincent is happy that he can tell him the good news. Mrs. Winters is trying to get him to move down to Florida, and Vincent is scared we’ll lose him.
Looks like the place won’t be rented until maybe August if Bianca wants it. People don’t like it that all the rocks make swimming difficult, and that Montauk is so far away. It’s not for sissies.
Thursday, June 16, 1977
I waited for Fred to pick me up to go over to Sloan-Kettering to see Dr. Stone to go under the knife for a biopsy. No, Dr. Strong. I got local anesthesia. They did it for half an hour, and then they said to go to work. I’m still worried, they don’t know what it is. You get up your nerve to go for a test—you pop the question—and then pretty soon it can be all over, they give you the answer and you pop off. So I’ll let My Dear Diary know soon if the days are numbered.
Went to the office ($4) with a bandage on my neck. Bob was interviewing Barbara Allen, the next Interview cover girl, on Men, Women, and Love. Tom Beard [a member of Carter’s inaugural committee] brought a really interesti
ng guy called Joel McCleary, who’s the treasurer of the Democratic National Committee, and he’s around thirty-five. He was the national finance chairman of the Carter campaign. He’s trying to get the Dalai Lama back into this country. He said a lot of Tibetan monks work in a prophylactic company in Paterson, New Jersey, that they take the bus and go make prophylactics. And Barbara Allen said, “You know, that’s true, a lot of prophylactics do say ‘Made in New Jersey.’ “
Went over to visit Victor at his new loft, which just has a bed in the middle with big jars of different kinds of Vaseline around it—he’s so much like Ondine.
Saturday, June 18, 1977
Victor said that it was a good day to go around looking for ideas, so we went down to the Village. But it was like Suddenly, Last Summer—I was his prop to go cruising, the boys would come over to talk to me and Victor would get them. We sat at the Riviera Lounge for four hours having coffees and teas ($7).
Went home, called Julia Scorsese at the Sherry Netherland—she’d called me—and she said to hold on and then she was gone for ten minutes. Then she came back on and said to hold on some more and was gone for another ten minutes. Then Liza Minnelli got on the phone and said, “This is Liza, let me have your number and she’ll call you right back.” And then Julia called and said to come over for dinner. I said I was with Catherine and her brother that evening and she said to bring them.
Cabbed to Sherry ($2). As we were going in, a guy with a beard was getting into the elevator. Mr. and Mrs. Scorsese, Martin’s parents, were there. They’re taller than he is, which is unusual, because kids are usually taller than their parents. There were a couple of agents. His parents live downtown right below Ballato’s. There was a nurse with a beautiful baby. It was a nurse that Julia had just hired, and she’d gotten lost in the airport so Julia was worried that she wasn’t a good one. There was a Negro girl with a baby, too, and the guy with the beard turned out to be Bobby De Niro and this Negro girl was his wife, Diahnne Abbott.
Marty’s skinny now, he’s been on a diet. Jack Haley was running around. Liza was wearing the dress Halston made out of fabric based on my Flower paintings. Marty came out in a white outfit and then changed into a black outfit. Everyone went downstairs to eat. Roger Moore was with them, and a girl from U.A. who was doing publicity, she was kissing Roger.
Roger Moore was wonderful and charming. He showed us what he called his three expressions: “worried,” “eyebrow up,” and “eyebrow down.” He’s been married three times, he’s married to an Italian woman now.
Bobby De Niro came in after dinner with an agent with funny glasses, didn’t say much. Marty’s parents were there really late.
Everybody got really really drunk. They were wanting me to make a toast, and I was so drunk I actually stood up and said something and it came out right I guess because everybody kept saying how moving it was, but I was so drunk I can’t remember what I said. Liza kept saying, “I’ll tell this to my grandchildren—and I’ve forgotten everything else!”
It was the best party. I stole a copy of the record album of New York, New York because Valentine wanted it, and Roger Moore had written backwards on it, and then I felt bad because they saw me do it. I was popping painkillers because of the neck operation from last week, the biopsy. I haven’t found out yet. When we left the Sherry it was dawn outside, six o’clock (cab $3.50).
Sunday, June 19, 1977
Victor and I went down to have drinks at Windows on the World (cab $5). Drank and talked and looked out the window ($180). It was beautiful. Then we walked around the Village. In the old days you could go over there on a Sunday and nobody would be around, but now it’s gay gay gay as far as the eye can see—dykes and leather bars with the names right out there in broad daylight—the Ramrod-type places. These leather guys, they get dressed up in leather and go to those bars and it’s all show business—they tie them up and that takes an hour. They say a few dirty words and that takes another hour. They take out a whip and that takes another hour—it’s a performance. And then every once in a while you get a nut who takes it seriously and does it for real and it throws it all off. But it’s just show business with most of them. Dropped Victor off ($5), stayed home and watched TV. Thought about the whole Scorsese scene. They’re riding high, they’re really riding high.
Monday, June 20, 1977
I called the doctor and he said to come by at 12:00. I was late because I was nervous. It was good news, it wasn’t what they thought it might be. But now my neck is swollen and it hurts, I guess I shouldn’t have had it done. Right after the doctor’s office I went to church to thank God.
Then I went to Tony the florist to send flowers to Liza and Julia for the fun time on Saturday. I wanted to buy this one tree that looked beautiful, and at first they said they wouldn’t sell it to me because it would only live one more day, but I said that was all it had to do—I knew Julia and Liza wouldn’t be in town long.
Cabbed downtown and then walked to office ($3.50). Julia Scorsese called to say thanks for the wonderful tree, she said it was their most memorable evening, too. She invited me to go up to their room after the New York, New York screening.
Picked Catherine up and her brother, and the three of us went to the Ziegfeld ($2.75). Sat up front. Catherine and Valentine thought the movie was boring, but I liked it, thought it was one of Liza’s best movies. Bobby De Niro’s wife is in it. She sang a song and looked beautiful, but it didn’t belong in the movie, had nothing to do with it.
Went to the Sherry and the party was jammed. Every time we wanted to leave, Julia said to stay. She was saying things like, “Please be Martin’s best boyfriend because he doesn’t have friends.” Somewhere in his New York days Martin must have gotten something into his head about me, because it seems to mean something big to have me there and be together, it’s like it symbolizes something, but I can’t figure out exactly what yet.
We’d told a friend of Valentine’s to meet us at the party but he never showed up, so we took a cab to the Stanhope to find him ($2.50). Room 15-something. We knocked on the door and he said, “I’ll be there in a minute.” This went on for a while. The room is 2’ X 2’‘. Valentine was getting so nervous he was beating his head. We decided to leave. The friend never made it to the door (cab $3, dropoffs).
Tuesday, June 21, 1977
Robert Hayes came in saying that he thought Diahnne Abbott should be the cover girl, and we called and asked her. She said that she was thrilled, but she’d need “a day to think about it,” so I guess she thinks Bobby might give her a hard time.
Later that night I went to the premiere of New York, New York and seeing it the second time I fell asleep around ten times. Victor was taking coke in the seat next to me, though, so that woke me up at the end—a little of it drifted over. Walked over to the Rainbow Room.
There was a black guy at the door of the Rainbow Room who didn’t know me and wouldn’t let me in and then another guy came to the door and it turned out to be this guy who always tells me that he wants his lobster pot back. He came to my house with a bunch of people once and says he brought a lobster pot that he cooked in and then he says it’s still at my house and I don’t ever know what he’s talking about. I go crazy every time this guy starts up because it’s always the same routine! If he sees me in thirty years it will still be: “Give me back my lobster pot.” So he came out and said, “Oh, come right in, Mr. Warhol,” and at first I didn’t recognize him and as soon as we got in the door he turned on me and said, “Where’s my lobster pot!” and I thought, Oh this just can’t be happening to me again. Oh no, oh no no no no no no.... Then the guy had to go back to the door and we got away.
We didn’t go into the main room because I didn’t know what happened to it, I didn’t see it. We went into the side room and then Julia Scorsese came over and said, “Hold on to me, grab me, talk to me,” like come here/go there/turn around/don’t leave me—she’s just like Susan Tyrrell and Sally Kirkland, sort of that type.
Then s
he said, “Don’t look now, there’s Martin’s first wife, and I just get crazy when she’s around.” And the girl was very beautiful. I didn’t know that Martin had been married before, I was surprised because he’s so Catholic and always has the priest around and everything. The girl said, “You don’t remember me, but I met you when I was the head of the Erotica Gallery.” Then we left her and I introduced Julia to Earl Wilson.
I noticed that in the movie were lots of the people who actually work for Marty. Like the woman in the car who has the fight with Bobby and Liza is the wife of the agent. That’s why it’s good—the parts were written for the people.
Julia asked me to sit at the main table with her and Marty, but there was a big crowd and noise so I sort of pretended I didn’t hear that because I wanted to slip away—it wasn’t my night, it was their night.
Victor left and I was so worried about him, he was strange, and seemed bored, and for the first time since I’ve known him he seemed real. Like he was very tired and a normal person and wanted to go home. And he did.
Went over to Studio 54. The band struck up “New York, New York” and they carried Liza in. Halston did photos with her. Then a little later they played “New York, New York” and Martin walked in, and I think maybe they carried Liza in again or picked her up again, but I was leaving. Dropped Valentine ($3). It was 3:00.
Thursday, June 23, 1977
