I’ve always seen Andy Warhol as being some sort of sociopath, as if he were emotionally inept rather than socially, especially when you think about the way he portrayed Edie Sedgwick in his movies, everything that happened to her seems premeditated. When I watched Beauty No. 2 and Poor Little Rich Girl, I used to think that you were meant to take the way he ridiculed her as ironic, but when you consider those films knowing what did happen to her in her last few years, the crowd that surrounded them at the Factory and how little support or money she received from him for her work, it does seem that he may have steered her in that direction. I’ve always liked to think that he saw her as a living continuation of his paintings of matinee idols, like his portraits of Marilyn Monroe and Elizabeth Taylor, the Brillo Boxes to his Campbell’s Soup Cans, he captured Edie’s every movement in film and photograph, so he could show just how easy it is for a person to become famous, test out his ideas on his own personal superstar, turn her into the surreal, already having calculated her fall from grace. If you think that he really might have done it consciously, manipulated her into becoming an extension of his Pop Art ideals, it’s really quite disturbing.
Although I don’t usually post diary entries, I felt like writing about some of the things I’ve done this week.
Anyway, earlier this week I collaborated with the photographer Ëpha Roe (which you can see here, although his pictures greatly outshine my words) and just this morning I had some prose posted on Emily’s amazing Bearded Eloise (which you can read here) It makes me very happy to see some things I’ve written outside of my journals anyway, even more so to be associated with such beautiful people, and I should hopefully be working with both of them again sometime soon.





