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― anthonyeaston, Friday, 30 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)

I want to be Billy Name, sleeping in the cupboard and watching the exploding plastic inevitable pass by...

― Andrew L, Saturday, 1 December 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)

Urban legend: a militant group of NYU film students once kidnapped Andy and drove him to an empty theatre, chaining him to a chair while his 30 min. film of the Empire St. building was projecting. Andy pulls some Houdini shit and escapes! Yow!

― turner, Saturday, 1 December 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)

Fave Warhol story is him sending an imposter in heavy make-up on a 'speaking tour' of colleges, and the imposter answering every question from the floor with "Yes", "No", or "You know, I don't think about it". Apparently he got away with it almost until the end of the tour, when the guy's make-up was blown off by a heavy wind.

― dave q, Saturday, 1 December 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)

that's some wind: even the foundation?

― mark s, Saturday, 1 December 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)

See, that's the funny part - I think the 'make-up' consisted of haphazardly applied talcum powder or something, which was explained as a 'skin condition' - i.e., the guy just looked like a mess, like a prank that wouldn't even work in an office! But it DID!

― dave q, Saturday, 1 December 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)

My favourite Andy Warhol story is about him carting money and valuables around in claggy carrier bags to avoid getting mugged for them. He never was.

― suzy, Saturday, 1 December 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)

I've always adored this scene, but I read Mary Waronov's biography, and she basically said that while she loved hanging out with those people, they were mostly a bunch of horrible, creepy speed freaks who weren't even nice to eachother. It's a chilling read, and I recommend it.

― Sean, Saturday, 1 December 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)

Thought you meant The Factory in Manchester. Anyway I would love to be Edie Sedgwick. Or maybe not, some of the tings she did would be too *me*.

― helen fordsdale, Sunday, 2 December 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)

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