September 2008
46 posts
Sam Bronfman’s kidnappers were found innocent of the kidnapping charge today.
Brigid came to the Factory for the first time since she started her diet in August - she’s down to 190, was last seen as 260. She really looked good and everyone fussed over her, I took pictures. Barbara Allen found herself a new apartment on 77th off Fifth.
August 2008
20 posts
I Need the Money
Went to La Grenouille. Isabel and Freddy Eberstadt and Mica Ertegun arrived and with them was Isabel and Freddy’s beautiful daughter, Nenna. I kept staring at her and saying how beautiful she was, and Isabel sort of kept us apart. I couldn’t figure out why they had asked me to this dinner because if I hadn’t asked to bring Bianca, there would have been just me. Mica was very...
I Cover the Waterfront
Met Bob Colacello and Fran Lebowitz, and we went down in the rain to the Biltmore Hotel to the Overseas Press Corps lunch. Bob had told them weeks ago when they invited me that I would come and just be present but that he would give the talk on Interview and they said fine. After Bob’s speech, though, they asked questions all directed at me - and I wasn’t prepared so I just said...
“Usually, all I need is tracing paper and a good light. I can’t understand...”
They Tumble Well
Victor took me into the garage to show me his latest artwork - he’s making Mona Lisas wearing Halstons, and that’s really funny, so I encouraged him. Then we went to the Met in four limos. This was the biggest one of these things the museum has ever had. When Diana walked through we all kissed her. I talked to Mrs. Kaiser and got to know her. She’s about sixty but she looks...
You've Saved My Life
Freddy Eberstadt called and invited me to something at La Grenouille tomorrow night and I said that I had a date with Bianca Jagger and could I bring her and he said sure.
Left the office early to go home and dress for a formal evening. Dropped off Catherine. Walked over to Halston’s. Victor had said there was room for me at Halston’s table at the Metropolitan opening we were all...
Players Club
Went down to the Players Club on Gramercy Park for a dinner for Kitty Carlisle Hart. It looked like a stag party except for Arlene Francis and Peggy Cass and Dena Kaye who came instead of her husband Danny, who had Concorde-lag, and Irene Selznick, who was the chairwoman of the evening, or whatever they call it. Peggy and Arlene are Kitty’s sidekicks from “To Tell the ...
Bad in California
They’re screening Bad in California this week to try to get a distributor for it. Sue Mengers is helping us out. None of the distributors want to put up advance money.
Sent Ronnie to buy brooms. Dropped off Catherine Guinness and went home to change, then picked her up and cabbed down to 18 West 38th Street to the opening of a new club that Helen Bransford had invited us to, it’s...
I Saw China, She Saw France
Went to dinner at the Iranian embassy. Not really the “embassy”, but you know what I mean - it’s where Mr. Hoveyda, their ambassador to the U.N., lives. China Machado was there and she said she’s known Ambassador Hoveyda for ten years or more from when he and her husband were in France hanging around the French filmmakers in the sixties. We talked about how horrible...
Hockney Opening
Got into the Christmas spirit and started buying business gifts. Ran into Jean Kennedy Smith in Bloomingdale’s in the men’s shirt department. We had the same salesgirl. Cabbed to Union Square. Amos was down at the office and Ricky Clifton took pictures of him in costume as the pope.
Left to go down to the Ileana Sonnabend Gallery to the David Hockney opening. He wasn’t...
“If people want to spend their whole lives creaming and tweezing and brushing and...”
Daniela Morera, our Italian Interview correspondent, came by the office with Olivier Coquelin who invited me to Haiti for the Nima Farmanfarmian-Chris Isham wedding in January. He owns that resort there. He should be interviewed for Popism - he’s the one who owned Cheetah in the sixties, the big discotheque on Broadway and 53rd.
I don’t want to write too much this morning, I want...
Small and Intimate
Nelson Lyon called from L.A. and told me about his Thanksgiving - Paul Morrissey had invited him to dinner at Chase Mellen’s house and then called back to disinvite him saying it was going to be “small and intimate” and that he’d made a mistake inviting anyone. As soon as Nelson hears that anything is “small and intimate” he gets paranoid he’s not invited...
Interview with Jodie Foster
Catherine called New York, to Jodie Foster’s place, to confirm the interview she and I were supposed to do that afternoon, and Jodie’s mother hedged saying Jodie was sick and maybe she couldn’t do it, but to call when we got back to town. Got back at 12:30. Dropped Catherine and Fred. Catherine called Jodie again and she said okay.
It was a beautiful day, in the sixties...
Drunk Wagoning
Went in the carriage again. This time Frolic had his carriage out, too. He was drinking all day. He took his drinks onto the wagon with him and he was riding around drinking. Jamie took me to his aunt’s house to see a 5’ dollhouse. It was like an old-fashioned Christmas.
Then went over to the museum where an antique dealer was having a benefit for an opera school, and I really...
Gigi, George, Georgette
Went on a tour of Winterthur in the morning. Then Phyllis Wyeth got the buggy together, we had an all-American breakfast, fed Archie and Amos, then we went out for a ride. We went across the Brandywine River in it, it wasn’t so deep.
Jed went to meet Vincent and Shelly and Ronnie and Gigi at the train station. Went with Jamie to the Brandywine Museum and we were photographed and had a...
“You should have contact with your closest friends through the most intimate and...”
Chadds Ford, Penn
Fred called at 8 A.M. to find out when we were leaving. Barbara Allen called and said that if we were leaving after 12:00 she would come. Cabbed to 860 Broadway to pick up some things to take. Left around 1:00. Beautiful day.
Jed somehow drove straight to the Wyeth’s door, with just one phone call for directions at a turnoff right near the place to get the last bit. Arrived around...
What exactly is Pop Art?
Got up at 7 A.M. in Vancouver and cabbed to the airport. This is the end of the trip to Seattle for the Opening at the Seattle Art Museum there, then we’d gone to Los Angeles for Marisa Berenson’s wedding to Jim Randall, then to Vancouver for my Ace Gallery Show opening there. Nobody in Vancouver buys art, though—they’re not interested in painting. Catherine Guinness...
“Leave them wanting less.”
