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Ethel Mertz Hated You Squares

February 26, 2009 in Warhol Marginalia

meetthemertzes2In 1976, Warhol was beset by personal and professional turmoil, feeling snubbed by the “real” art world and unlucky in love.  Studio 54 was a year away, but his coke-fueled acolytes and investors were busy assembling a cheap exploitation flick on which to slap his name: Andy Warhol’s Bad. It’s intriguing to think of Lucy’s TV best friend starring in a movie where a crying baby is thrown out a high-floor Manhattan window, and it almost came to be.  But Vivian Vance schooled them: Sick thrills don’t pay my bills.

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Forget The “Beautiful Corpse” Thing, Pt.2

February 16, 2009 in Warhol Marginalia

jumper21Andrea “Wings” Feldman (aka Andrea Whips, Andrea April, Andrea Warhol) was a troubled young woman from a wealthy family,  whose exuberant exhibitionism  at first won her the attention and applause she craved.  But her hunger for greater fame,  volatile lashings-out, and personal demons exiled her from the golden circle. She decided she would show them all, and went out with the vengeance of a Fury.

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Fast, Young..But Forget The ‘Beautiful Corpse’ Thing

February 4, 2009 in Warhol Marginalia

jumperThe specter of death was a recurrent theme in Warhol’s art, either as subtext (Marilyn, Liz) or explicitly (Death & Disaster series).

Lou Reed, Begrudging Face-Sitter

January 31, 2009 in Warhol Marginalia

In which Your Faithful Baroness shares unusual anecdotes from the vast library of Warhol literature, with its sprawling cast of characters.

The dark, strange, funny, pervy or glam: Your Day In Warhol Marginalia.

1968: LOU REED AND BILLY NAME HAVE SEX.

Billy Name: “My favorite remembrance of Lou was at the second Factory. Lou came and everything and was getting ready to go and I said, ‘Wait a minute, I didn’t come.’ So I made him sit on my face and he said grudgingly ‘Okay,’ so I could get off. So it was a playful relationship. But he could turn it off. I would never turn it off… He was a brat. Other than that, the relationship was purely bonding, real friends, love and respectful, really into art and esoteric literature and very young type things.”

Lou Reed: The Biography by Victor Bockris (1995), p.170

Via Warholstars.org

(Funnily, I’ve heard Laurie Anderson has the same complaint. Selfish!)