In this month’s installment of Reading a Book by its Cover, we’ve found ourselves coated in glitter as a result of our recent immersion in Warhol-era memoirs. If you’d like to join us, feel free to light a joint, take a seat next to Paul America, and prepare to get dressed.
“Robert approached dressing like living art. He would roll a small joint, have a smoke, and look at his few pieces of clothing while contemplating his accessories. He saved pot for socializing, which made him less nervous but abstracted his sense of time. Waiting as Robert decided on the right number of keys to hang on his belt loop was humorously maddening.” — Just Kids
“She would try on twenty-five different outfits, but every gesture was very slow. Do you remember how she moved? Like a Japanese Noh Dancer–very dreamlike and slow. Lighting twenty cigarettes and putting them down.” — Edie: An American Biography
“”Late that year, 1962, back in New York, Dali bursts into my bedroom at the St. Regis, walks to the window, opens the drapery to let the sun flood in, and says ‘Get ready. We are having lunch at the Pavillon with two nobel prize winners, Crick and Watson. They know all the secrets of DNA. Be ready in 15 minutes.’ Swiftly Dali draws a double helix on my wall with a magic marker and signs it.” — Famous for Fifteen Minutes: My Years with Andy Warhol
Thanks to Kelly Schmader for forever being a superstar.