I adore Andy Warhol. In the beginning I think it was just a base attraction to the idea of the Factory (Who wouldn't want a place to hang with so many awesomely creative and amazingly wasted people?) and the look that Warhol and his crew put out there. I liked that they were super skinny and wore stripes. I loved that they were always doing really fun shit like making movies about nothing. Yes, I was smitten. THEN I read The Philosophy of Andy Warhol. Best. Biography. Ever. The way he related to people made so much sense in a fucked up way. And then there's the part about the chocolate covered cherries...genius! Hate to be a tease (not really), but you should buy it, like, yesterday.
So why this sappy lovefest over Andy all of a sudden? Well, according to my former employer and the AP, Warhol was the most prolific pack rat ever and they're just now opening all of his boxes, some of them he taped and dated as time capsules. They've found all kinds of cool shit. Like, a nude autographed photo of Jackie O, some REALLY stale wedding cake, and $17,000. I think my sister and Andy should meet in heaven because she's got A LOT of boxes full of random shit too. I know because most of them are stacked against a wall in "my" room. I better dig a little just in case she's got a few big faces tucked away in all that bullshit. Just Kidding, Tina! Don't kick me out! You are so awesome! Anywayz, The Andy Warhol Foundation for the Visual Arts is going to start blogging their best finds weekly. Finally, something interesting on the internetz.
So, that's about all I have to say about Andy. Here's one of my most favorite Screen Test. I wanna marry this dude...
And David Bowie acting (and looking) mad strange in 1971...
I'm also OBSESSED with Edie but I'll spare you since this post is starting to seem like it will never ever end. Just take my advice and watch Ciao, Manhattan! Very cool. The trailer, for your viewing pleasure.
Here's my favorite picture of the lady. She looks so happy.
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