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Anna Wintour shares Vogue cover with Hollywood doppelganger Meryl Streep
Anna
Wintour shares Vogue cover with Hollywood doppelganger Meryl Streep
Vogue’s
global editorial director says Streep’s character in The Devil Wears Prada
‘distant’ from the real her
Sammy
Gecsoyler
Tue 7 Apr
2026 19.35 BST
https://www.theguardian.com/fashion/2026/apr/07/former-vogue-editor-anna-wintour-cover-meryl-streep
After
more than 30 years helming Vogue, and becoming a pop icon in the process, Anna
Wintour has graced the cover of the fashion magazine alongside her Hollywood
doppelganger, Meryl Streep.
The
global editorial director of Vogue is photographed by Annie Leibovitz alongside
Streep, who plays Miranda Priestly in The Devil Wears Prada, a brash, ruthless
editor of a fashion magazine thought to be based on Wintour.
In an
interview by the Barbie director, Greta Gerwig, Wintour said it was “such an
honour to be played by Meryl” but suggested the character of Priestly was
“distant” from the real Wintour. She called the character an “extraordinary
gift”.
She said:
“I like my age. I feel as alive, excited and aware as ever, and I like to learn
from my children and from all my teams around the world. It’s always exciting.
“And I
think with experience, you have a sense of balance and proportion, and you know
that life is not perfect and that things will go wrong and you’re just going to
give it your best shot. But if it doesn’t work, you have to move on. I feel age
is actually an advantage.”
Asked how
she would feel about swapping jobs with Streep, Wintour said: “There’s no way.
I have no gifts. I have absolutely no gifts at all. I can’t sing, I can’t
dance, I can’t act, I’m useless with my hands, I can’t cook, I certainly can’t
sew.”
The Devil
Wears Prada is based on the novel of the same name by Lauren Weisberger, who
had been Wintour’s assistant at Vogue. The film starred Anne Hathaway as an
aspiring reporter who secures a post as a lackey to the ice-cold editor of the
fictional publication Runway. The Devil Wears Prada 2, a sequel to the 2006
original, is out in cinemas next month.
Wintour
has previously given a more mixed reaction to the character. Speaking to the
New Yorker editor, David Remnick, on a podcast, she said: “I went to the
premiere wearing Prada, completely having no idea what the film was going to be
about.”
Remnick
suggested it was “cartoonish”, to which Wintour agreed, adding: “Yes, a
caricature.” But Wintour said she was surprised by the subtlety of the
portrayal, and impressed more generally by the film.
“I found
it highly enjoyable. It was very funny,” she said. “Miuccia [Prada] and I talk
about it a lot, and I say to her: ‘Well, it was really good for you.’”
Wintour
and Streep may share more than a Hollywood portrayal. A genealogy report by
Ancestry has claimed they are sixth cousins.
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From Teddy Boys to the Tardy Book: What Eton was really like in the Good Old Days
Features
From Teddy
Boys to the Tardy Book: What Eton was really like in the Good Old Days
Nicky
Haslam, who attended Eton in the Fifties, recalls the days of beaks,
fag-masters and dames
By Tatler
13 August
2018
Eton in the
Fifties
https://www.tatler.com/article/obsoletonians-eton-in-the-fifties
We were a
fairly uniform lot, the intake to Eton in the first years of the 1950s. Echoes
– even visions – of the war shaped our youthful minds. Bomb damage still
blighted cities, tattered blackouts still flapped on buildings, rationing was
still in force. The angular modernity of the Festival of Britain had barely
pierced our teen consciousness. Perhaps, assimilated from our elders, we hoped
against hope that the future would return to a version of a not-yet-forgotten
past.
So there we
were, fresh out of boys’ school, overawed by the size and splendour and age of
our new surroundings, by a sense of self, of horizons and of space – your own
room, from day one, after regimented, dingy confines in sandy Surrey. One might
be scared or lonely, miss Nanny or one’s dog, but soon came a visceral
challenge, to grapple with emerging adulthood.
We quickly
learned the rules, or rather customs. We dutifully prepared our Saying Lesson
before Lights Out, we got up at seven for Early School, went to Absence (in
fact, presence), then Chapel. We ate revolting Boys Dinner in the allotted 20
minutes before doing battle on the Playing Fields of Sixpenny, or dragged
padded grey-flannel shorts down to Boats. We noted the swagger of sixth-form
boys, seemingly wildly grown-up, and were careful to do nothing that might
single one out to the gods of Pop. We skeltered to Boy-Calls, we skivvied for
Fag-Masters, we cleaned their Corps boots, we flattered Tutors, we oiled up to
dames, we ‘capped’ all beaks. And we were drunk with relief on graduating from
Remove to Upper School.
What all
this taught us was to be polite, have good manners, to show respect. Even so
vast an institution was essentially intimate: we formed a mutual bond, didn’t
feel superior, although we scoffed slightly at Tugs (scholarship boys), jealous
of their cleverness rather than snobbism. This bonding was essential as there
was almost no recreation besides sports – except, thank God, the Drawing
Schools. There were no foreigners, though one raven-haired beauty was rumoured
to be half-Egyptian. ‘Crumbs! Egyptian!’ we whispered as he passed. There was
no swimming pool, no theatre (concerts, or plays, usually Shakespeare, were
desultory affairs in School Hall), no cinema, no medicines (my dame believed in
a scant thimble of brandy as a cure-all), no cameras or Coca-Cola, no radios,
TV or gramophones, and most certainly no drinking or smoking – sackable
offences.
These
privations weren’t exclusively because we were at Eton. There wasn’t, anywhere,
pop music, nor young singing idols (though we knew girls who swooned at Johnny
Ray and later jiggled about to Bill Haley), no new humour, no dark Nouvelle
Vague films, no Going Abroad, put paid to by a £50 take-abroad limit: the
theatre was Anna Neagle comedies, artists were in Paris; nightclubs were for
one’s parents’ friends, smooching to Edmundo Ros; clothes hadn’t changed in
decades, jeans were unheard of. There was no street life we yearned to emulate
(though Teddy boys did have a certain allure), no social level to step down to.
Drugs were unknown; Du Maurier cork-tips made one dizzy; whisky in quantity
unexpectedly made one sick, putting a sticky end to that fumble with the deb we
were trying to delight. Thus we had no good reason to believe holidays would be
a panacea of excitement, just more huntin’/shootin’/fishin’ and going to the
circus at Christmas, along with finding out that we were even more tongue-tied
with girls, Nanny wasn’t indispensable, and your sister had adopted your dog.
And beyond?
There was no gap year. Instead National Service loomed, then Oxford or
Cambridge beckoned the brainier, a Guards regiment the rest, and – to the very
few – the unmentionable thrall of a more lilac life in an almost club-like gay
milieu. For four or five years, Eton consumed our whole being. But some of us
understood that we had a lifetime ahead in which to roll, and rock, in the
gutter.
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58 years old - 28 years, 6 months and 26 days old ...
ANDY WARHOL, POP ARTIST, DIES
By DOUGLAS C. McGILL
Published: February 23, 1987 / http://www.nytimes.com/1987/02/23/obituaries/andy-warhol-pop-artist-dies.html?pagewanted=all&src=pm
Andy Warhol, a founder of Pop Art whose paintings and prints
of Presidents, movie stars, soup cans and other icons of America made him one
of the most famous artists in the world, died yesterday. He was believed to be
58 years old.
The artist died at the New York Hospital-Cornell Medical
Center in Manhattan, where he underwent gall bladder surgery Saturday. His
condition was stable after the operation, according to a hospital spokeswoman,
Ricki Glantz, but he had a heart attack in his sleep around 5:30 A.M.
Though best known for his earliest works - including his
silk-screen image of a Campbell's soup can and a wood sculpture painted like a
box of Brillo pads - Mr. Warhol's career included successful forays into
photography, movie making, writing and magazine publishing.
He founded Interview magazine in 1969, and in recent years
both he and his work were increasingly in the public eye - on national magazine
covers, in society columns and in television advertisements for computers,
cars, cameras and liquors.
In all these endeavors, Mr. Warhol's keenest talents were
for attracting publicity, for uttering the unforgettable quote and for finding
the single visual image that would most shock and endure. That his art could
attract and maintain the public interest made him among the most influential
and widely emulated artists of his time.
Although himself shy and quiet, Mr. Warhol attracted dozens
of followers who were anything but quiet, and the combination of his genius and
their energy produced dozens of notorious events throughout his career. In the
mid-1960's, he sometimes sent a Warhol look alike to speak for him at lecture
engagements, and his Manhattan studio, ''the Factory,'' was a legendary hangout
for other artists and hangers-on.
In 1968, however, a would-be follower shot and critically
wounded Mr. Warhol at the Factory. After more than a year of recuperation, Mr.
Warhol returned to his career, which he increasingly devoted to documenting,
with Polaroid pictures and large silk-screen prints, political and
entertainment figures. He started his magazine, and soon became a fixture on
the fashion and jet-set social scene.
In the 1980's, after a relatively quiet period in his
career, Mr. Warhol burst back onto the contemporary art scene as a mentor and
friend to young artists, including Keith Haring, Kenny Scharf and Jean-Michel
Basquiat. With Mr. Basquiat, Mr. Warhol collaborated on a series of paintings
in which he shunned mechanical reproduction techniques and painted individual
canvases for the first time since the early 1960's.
He never denied his obsession with art as a business and
with getting publicity; instead, he proclaimed them as philosophical tenets.
''Being good in business is the most fascinating kind of
art,'' he said on one occasion. On another, he said: ''Art? That's a man's
name.'' As widely known as his art and his own image were, however, Mr. Warhol
himself was something of a cipher. He was uneasy while speaking about himself.
''The interviewer should just tell me the words he wants me to say and I'll
repeat them after him,'' he once said. Date of Birth Uncertain
The earliest facts of his life remain unclear. He was born
somewhere in Pennsylvania in either 1928, 1929 or 1930, according to three
known versions of his life. (The most commonly accepted date is Aug. 6, 1928.)
The son of immigrant parents from Czechoslovakia, his father a coal miner - the
family's name was Warhola -he attended the Carnegie Institute of Technology
(now Carnegie-Mellon University), from which he graduated with a degree in
pictorial design in 1949.
He immediately set out for New York, where he changed his
name to Warhol and began a career as an illustrator and a commerical artist,
working for Tiffany's, Bonwit Teller's, Vogue, Glamour, The New York Times and
other magazines and department stores.
By the late 1950's, he was highly successful, having earned
enough money to move to a town house in Midtown, and having received numerous
professional prizes and awards. Despite his success, however, he increasingly
considered trying his hand at making paintings, and in 1960 he did so with a
series of pictures based on comic strips, including Superman and Dick Tracy,
and on Coca-Cola bottles.
Success, however, was not immediate. Leo Castelli, the art
dealer best known for discovering the artists Jasper Johns and Robert
Rauschenberg, saw Mr. Warhol's paintings but declined to show his work, since
Roy Lichtenstein, who also painted pictures taken from comic strips, was
already represented by the gallery. Ivan Karp, a talent scout for Castelli who
discovered Mr. Warhol, tried to help him find a New York gallery that would
show his work, with no success. The Birth of a Movement
In 1962, the dam broke, with Mr. Warhol's first exhibition
of the Campbell's soup cans at the Ferus Gallery in Los Angeles, and his show
of other works at the Sidney Janis Gallery in New York. Other Pop artists,
including Mr. Lichtenstein, James Rosenquist and Tom Wesselman also began to
achieve prominence around the country at the time, and the movement was born.
Though some of Mr. Warhol's first Pop Art paintings had
drips on them - evidence that the painter's hand had left its mark on the work
- by 1963 Mr. Warhol had dispensed with the brush altogether. Instead, he
turned to exclusively hard-edged images made in the medium of silk-screen
print, which made a depersonalized image that became Mr. Warhol's trademark.
''Painting a soup can is not in itself a radical act,'' the
critic Robert Hughes wrote in 1971. ''But what was radical in Warhol was that he
adapted the means of production of soup cans to the way he produced paintings,
turning them out en masse - consumer art mimicking the the process as well as
the look of consumer culture.''
In 1964 Mr. Warhol was taken on by the Castelli Gallery,
which remained his art dealer until his death. His experimentation with
underground films began around that time - an interest that culminated in
widespread notoriety if not overwhelming box office acclaim.
''Eat,'' a 45-minute film, showed the artist Robert Indiana
eating a mushroom. ''Haircut'' showed a Warhol groupie having his hair cut over
a span of 33 minutes, and another, ''Poor Little Rich Girl,'' was filmed out of
focus and showed Edie Sedgwick, a Warhol follower who became a celebrity on the
New York social circuit, talking about herself.
In the 1970's, recuperated from his near fatal gunshot
wound, Mr. Warhol settled down to a sustained creative period in which his fame
as a society figure leveled off, but his output, if anything, increased.
Working most often in silk-screen prints, he made series of pictures of
political and Hollywood celebrities, including Mao, Liza Minelli, Jimmy Carter
and Russell Banks.
In 1975, he published ''The Philosophy of Andy Warhol (From
A to B and Back Again),'' a collection of statements and epigrams that
elucidated his contrary views on art.
In his glancing and elliptical style, Mr. Warhol wrote about
subjects ranging from art to money and sex. ''Checks aren't money,'' he wrote
in one section of the book. In another, he said: ''Fantasy love is much better
than reality love. Never doing it is very exciting. The most exciting
attractions are between two opposites that never meet.''
In the 1980's, Mr. Warhol became more active in commissioned
art projects and a variety of other commercial activties. In 1983, he made a
series of prints - based on animals of endangered species - that was first
shown at the American Museum of Natural History. A Near Exception
Although some of his later art projects seemed to diverge
from his calculating approach and to be motivated in part by social concern,
Mr. Warhol generally avoided any such suggestion. He came closest to making an
exception in 1985, when he exhibited a group of prints of clowns, robots,
monkeys and other images he made for children at the Newport (R.I.) Art Museum
in 1985.
''It's just that the show's for children,'' he told a
reporter at the time. ''I wanted it arranged for them. The Newport Museum
agreed to hang all of my children's pictures at levels where only kids could
really see them.''
After the news of his death was publicized yesterday,
artists, celebrities and politicians who knew Mr. Warhol spoke of his influence
on culture, and on their lives.
''He had this wry, sardonic knack for dismissing history and
putting his finger on public taste, which to me was evidence of living in the
present,'' said the sculptor George Segal. ''Every generation of artists has
the huge problem of finding their own language and talking about their own
experience. He was out front with several others of his generation in pinning
down how it was to live in the 60's, 70's and 80's.''
Leo Castelli, Mr. Warhol's dealer of 23 years, said Mr.
Warhol, more than practically any artist of the last two decades, seemed to
have a continuing and strong influence on today's emerging artists. ''Of all
the painters of his generation he's still the one most influential on the
younger artists - a real guru,'' Mr. Castelli said.
Martha Graham, the dancer and choreographer, recalled her
first meeting with Warhol. ''When I first met Andy, he confided to me that he
was born in Pittsburgh as I was, and that when he first saw me dance
'Appalachian Spring' it touched him deeply. He touched me deeply as well. He
was a gifted, strange maverick who crossed my life with great generosity. His
last act was the gift of three portraits [ of Miss Graham ] he donated to my
company to help my company meet its financial needs.''
In his book, ''The Philosophy of Andy Warhol,'' the artist
wrote a short chap=ter entitled ''Death'' that consisted almost entirely of
these words: ''I'm so sorry to hear about it. I just thought that things were
magic and that it would never happen.''
Dr. Elliot M. Gross, the Chief Medical Examiner for New York
City, said an autopsy on Mr. Warhol would be conducted today. Dr. Gross
explained that deaths occurring during surgery or shortly afterward are
considered deaths of an ''unusual manner.''
''It was an unexplained death of a relatively young person
in apparently good health,'' he said.
Mr. Warhol is survived by two brothers, John Warhola and
Paul Warhola, both of Pittsburgh.
Edie Sedgwick: The life and death of the Sixties star
Rich, gorgeous and well-connected, Edie Sedgwick was the
party girl who lit up Andy Warhol's golden circle. As her life story comes to
the screen, Rhoda Koenig unravels a very Sixties tragedy
TUESDAY 09 JANUARY
2007 / The Independent / http://www.independent.co.uk/news/people/profiles/edie-sedgwick-the-life-and-death-of-the-sixties-star-431412.html
"Her fog, her amphetamine, and her pearls..." With
three nouns, in "Just Like a Woman" (said to have been inspired by
her), Bob Dylan deftly summed up his friend Edie Sedgwick, the wayward princess
of Andy Warhol's multimedia Factory.
More than 30 years after her short, tumultuous life ended,
Edie is still causing ructions. Last month, Dylan threatened to sue the makers
of Factory Girl, a movie starring Sienna Miller as Edie, claiming that he is
defamed by Hayden Christensen's portrayal of a singer whose rejection drives
her to suicide.
This week, Edie's brother claimed that despite Dylan's
insistence that he and Edie never had a relationship, she became pregnant with
his child and had an abortion. The producers describe the harmonica-playing
character (named "Quinn" in the press notes, but never called by name
in the movie and identified only as "musician" in the credits) as a
composite - which Dylan's lawyer argues is no bar to defamation.
The movie, which was frantically re-cut prior to its
Oscar-qualifying release at one theatre in Los Angeles (though the director
George Hickenlooper says the changes had nothing to do with Dylan's objections)
will be edited again before its wider US release later this month.
Early reviews have been mixed, with The Hollywood Reporter
praising its "bright intensity" and saying that Miller "brings
to life Sedgwick's legendary allure"; the Los Angeles Times calling it
"simplistic" and "superficial"; and Variety finding the
movie "tame" and Miller "whiny".
It's no surprise, though, that the film should provoke
reactions as varied as Edie herself did. To parents terrified of the influence
of sex and drugs, she was an abomination; to the would-be cool, she was an
ideal; to painters as eminent as Robert Rauschenberg, she was a living work of
art.
***
American aristocracy ruled that a lady's name should appear
in the papers only three times: when she was born, when she married, and when
she died. Edie Sedgwick changed that. As well as publicising her appearances in
underground movies, her numerous committals for mental illness and drug
addiction were widely reported. She met her future husband - a fellow patient -
in the psychiatric wing of the hospital where she was born. On the last evening
of her life, in 1971, she appeared on television, and then went home to die of
an overdose of barbiturates. She was 28.
Edie's troubles began long before she was born. Her
distinguished New England lineage (a Sedgwick was Speaker of the House of
Representatives under George Washington, another edited the Atlantic Monthly
for a generation) was also distinguished by hereditary madness, as far back as
the Speaker's wife.
Edie's father (whose own father had moved his family to
southern California) had two nervous breakdowns soon after leaving university,
and his wife was told by her doctors that she must never have children. But the
rich do not like being told what to do, and the Sedgwicks were rich-rich (not
only had Edie's family inherited millions; oil was discovered on their
property, enough to sink 17 wells).
Mrs Sedgwick defied doctors and fate and had eight children,
two of whom died before Edie - one hanged himself, the other rode his
motorcycle into a bus. As a father, Francis Minturn "Duke" Sedgwick
was larger than life and much more terrible. A career as a monumental sculptor
and owner of a ranch that was his own little dukedom (the children were tutored
at home, and seldom left it) did not exhaust his energies. He seduced, or at
least made advances to, his wife's friends, his children's friends and, Edie
said, to her.
***
When Edie left California for Radcliffe, the women's college
of Harvard (the Sedgwick alma mater), she had already spent time in mental
hospitals, suffered from anorexia and had an abortion. What men saw, however,
was a delicate beauty and an appealingly vulnerable quality. "Every boy at
Harvard," said a former classmate, "was trying to save Edie from
herself."
The less high-minded boys flocked to Edie for other reasons
- even at wealthy Harvard, there were not too many students who drove their own
Mercedes, or were so uninhibited. At one boy's Sunday family lunch, she left
the table, walked out on to the lawn, stripped to her knickers and lay down to
sunbathe.
Bored in Boston, Edie decided to swap the role of college
girl for party girl and moved to New York, into the 14-room Park Avenue
apartment of her obliging grandmother. At 21, she came into money of her own
and got a flat - and clothes, clothes, clothes. Her stick figure, huge eyes and
chopped-off hair suited the style of the early Sixties - Jean Seberg in the
movies, Twiggy in the glossies- and Edie was, briefly, on the fashion pages.
Life magazine said she was "doing more for black tights
than anybody since Hamlet". The Vogue empress Diana Vreeland praised her
"anthracite-black eyes and legs to swoon over... She is shown here
arabesquing on her leather rhino to a record of The Kinks." But, well
before heroin chic, her drug-taking was becoming so notorious that editors
stopped calling.
In 1965, Edie met an impresario who was more her style: Andy
Warhol. Warhol and Edie were, horribly, made for each other. The Pittsburgh
boy, son of Polish immigrants, wanted the Wasp heiress's company more fervently
than any straight man wanted her body; the neglected daughter craved the
obsessive attention of a famous man who demanded nothing from her in return.
"If you had a father who read the paper at the dinner table," said
Viva, another of Warhol's film-stars, "and you had to go up and turn his
chin to even get him to look at you, then you had Andy, who would press the
'on' button of the Sony the minute you opened your mouth."
Edie introduced Warhol to her real father, but their one
meeting was not a success. The artist thought Duke Sedgwick the most handsome
older man he had ever seen, but the rancher said afterwards: "Why, the
guy's a screaming fag!"
Warhol's clothes became smarter under Edie's influence, and
she dyed her hair silver to match his. "I thought at first it was
exploitative on Andy's part," says the photographer Fred Eberstadt.
"Then I changed my mind and decided, if it was exploitative on any part,
maybe it was Edie's."
"Edie and Andy," the non-couple, were the couple
of the moment. She took him to parties where everyone else was listed in the
Social Register; he stage-managed her appearances, pushing Edie to the cameras
and the microphones, where she was white with fear but loved every minute.
Edie became an habitué of the Factory, Warhol's loft papered
in aluminium foil, where the daytime was spent churning out silkscreen prints and
the night on parties that mingled guests who contributed flash, trash and cash
with a smorgasbord of illegal stimulants. (Some left the place in limousines,
some in ambulances, a regular said.)
Flash-bulbs popped and crowds on the wrong side of the rope
screamed when Edie turned up in leotards and her grandmother's leopard coat.
The Velvet Underground, Warhol's rock band, wrote a song, "Femme
Fatale", about her. Warhol put her in a movie called Horse, which,
contrary to what one might have expected from the title, was actually about a
horse. The actors, in cowboy gear, were brought together with the stallion and
a placard was held up that read: "Approach the horse sexually,
everybody." Edie was lucky for once - the indignant horse kicked someone
else in the head.
***
Edie appeared in Beauty Part II, her nervous radiance
apparent from the first. George Plimpton, a fellow aristocrat (who, with Jean
Stein, later put together the oral biography Edie) remembered seeing the film,
in which Edie, in bra and pants, lounged on a bed with a man pawing her, while
an offstage voice gave her instructions. "Her head would come up, like an
animal suddenly alert at the edge of a waterhole, and she'd stare across the
bed at her inquisitor in the shadows... I couldn't get the film out of my
mind."
Other films included Restaurant, Kitchen and the cruelly
titled Poor Little Rich Girl, with Edie back in bed in her underwear, putting
on make-up or answering offscreen questions in an offhand way. Her dreaminess,
like her hysteria, was fuelled by cocaine, alcohol, uppers and downers, alone
or combined.
Edie's favourite was a speedball - a shot of amphetamine in
one arm, heroin in the other. Several times she fell asleep while smoking in
bed; once she was badly burned as candles toppled while she slept. Even then,
her imprimatur was one the fashion world was eager to claim. "When Edie
set her apartment on fire," said Betsey Johnson, "she was in one of
my dresses."
Edie moved to the Chelsea Hotel, famous for its artistic
clientele, where she met Dylan - whose song "Leopardskin Pillbox Hat"
she is supposed to have inspired as well - and his right-hand man, the record
producer Bob Neuwirth, with whom she had an affair.
However, Jonathan Sedgwick, Edie's brother, says: "She
called me up and said she'd met this folk singer in the Chelsea, and she thinks
she's falling in love. I could tell the difference in her, just from her voice.
She sounded so joyful instead of sad. It was later on she told me she'd fallen
in love with Bob Dylan."
Some months later, he says, she told him she had been
hospitalised for drug addiction and that when doctors discovered she was
pregnant, they carried out an abortion, over her protests. "Her biggest
joy was with Bob Dylan, and her saddest time was with Bob Dylan, losing the
child. Edie was changed by that experience, very much so."
Dylan's lover of record at the time was Joan Baez. Soon
after they broke up, he married Sara Lownds; Edie was said to have been
devastated when she heard the news from someone else.
Even with her inheritance gone, and unable to count on money
from home, Edie wouldn't economise. In all the time she lived in New York, she
took the subway only once - to Coney Island, in a feathered evening gown over a
bikini. The rest of the time it was limousines. She would never even settle for
a taxi.
At the end of 1966, Edie went to California for Christmas.
At the Chelsea, they were relieved to see her go - there would be terrible
scenes in the lobby when she wasn't able to pay her bill, and she never could stop
setting her room on fire.
As soon as she got home, her parents had her committed. And
as soon as she could, she ran back to New York. But the spotlight never again
turned her way. In 1967, her father died. A friend said: "Finally. Thank
God. Now, maybe Edie can breathe."
But she became more depressed. Her money was gone, and she
returned to her grandmother's apartment, to steal antiques which she sold for
drug money. After eight months in increasingly grim and frightening mental
hospitals, in the last of which she was made to scrub the lavatories, she
returned, in 1968, to the ranch. But her drug habit had not ended, and she took
up with a motorcycle gang, trading sex for heroin. "She'd ball half the
dudes in town for a snort of junk," a friend said. "But she was
always very ladylike about the whole thing."
***
In Edie's last film, Ciao! Manhattan, whose scenario was
even more formless and bizarre than her own, she played a topless hitchhiker
living in a tent in an empty swimming pool. There was a non-simulated orgy in a
(full) swimming pool, fuelled by amphetamines and tequila. Not just Edie but
the whole cast were on speed; the film-makers had to find a co-operative doctor
and set up a charge account.
Edie showed off her new implants, but ascribed her larger
breasts to diet and exercise. She pretended to undergo electroshock treatments
- to which she was soon after subjected for real, in the hospital used for the
filming. She also recreated being given a shot of amphetamine by one of the
swinging doctors of the period, having to lie down because she was too thin to
take it standing up.
Roger Vadim and Allen Ginsberg, the latter naked and
chanting, turned up for some reason, and Isabel Jewell, the tough girl of such
Thirties films as Times Square Lady and I've Been Around, played her mother.
Edie would sometimes have convulsions from all the drugs she was taking. The
director of the film ordered his assistant: "Tie her down if you have
to."
In July 1971,
in white lace, Edie married Michael Post, a student
eight years younger, whom she had turned from his vow to remain a virgin until
he was 21. Some guests threw confetti; one threw gravel. Edie could not live
alone, she said, and would not live with a nurse. Post's job was to dole out
her pills.
On 14 November, she went to a fashion show where she headed
for the cameras like a woman dying of thirst to an oasis. A man she met that
evening said she asked to come and see him the next day for a chat, but they would
need to have sex first, otherwise she'd be too nervous to talk. The next
morning, her husband woke to find her dead beside him. Whether her death was
accident or suicide, the coroner was unable to determine. Post plays a bit part
in the movie.
When Edie first crashed and burned, such stories of a
misguided search for freedom and self-expression were rare. By the time she
died, they were becoming common. Now, of course, there are too many to count.
But the carefree innocence and optimism of the early Edie's photographs and
films still resonate. "She was after life," said Diana Vreeland,
"and sometimes life doesn't come fast enough."
Factory Girl is released in February
BACK TO THE ANDY WARHOL MANSION
MTV President Splurges on Warhol's 66th Street MansionBy Deborah Schoeneman and Carmela Ciuraru
January 23, 2000 | 7:00 p.m
Andy Warhol lived at 57 East 66th Street from 1974 until his death in 1987, dwelling there longer than anyone who has since tried to call the town house home–first a Spanish family and then an American gentleman. Maybe they were spooked by the secret trap door in the master bedroom or tales of the sordid findings of the appraisers who scoured the place after Warhol's death: green boxes of wings stacked near a television set, a medicine cabinet filled with makeup tubes and perfume bottles, and women's jewelry nestled in the four-poster canopy bed.
Now it's Tom Freston's turn. The Warhol mansion was purchased by the chairman of MTV for around $6.5 million in early January. Mr. Freston confirmed that he purchased the house, but did not wish to comment.
The 8,000-square-foot house is a hefty piece of memorabilia. Warhol bought it for $310,000 and hired decorator Jed Johnson. Together they merged their tastes in art deco with primitive contemporary paintings (none of his own) and religious emblems. Soon after Warhol's death, someone stole the street number–57–from the facade. (That prompted the Spanish family who purchased the house from Warhol's estate to erect a gate out front, which has since been removed.) On Aug. 6, 1998, in celebration of Mr. Warhol's 70th birthday, Barbaralee Diamonstein-Spielvogel's Historic Landmark Preservation Center dedicated a plaque to the town house to honor the artist–the first memorial to Warhol in the city. There was, of course, a large gathering in front of the residence for the occasion.
One broker considers $6.5 million a fair price. "It's a great old house," the broker said. "Andy never did a major rehab of it. He left a lot of detail that people appreciate like trade moldings and fireplaces." The Spanish family paid the estate $3 million, but never moved in, and the last owner, who purchased the house in 1993 for $3.35 million, did some upgrading but kept the architecture intact.
The five-and-a-half-story neoclassical house has four bedrooms, a library with Juliet balconies, six fireplaces, central air-conditioning and an elevator.
Vincent Fremont, a friend of Warhol's, remembers house-sitting for the artist while he was in Japan for two weeks in 1974. "Very few people ever got into the house. It was a private hideaway," he said. "It had a nice parlor, a staircase and a formal dining room, which Andy never used after the late 70's because he liked to eat in the downstairs kitchen."
Mr. Freston and Warhol met over Warhol's television show Fifteen Minutes , said Mr. Fremont, who produced the show. Fifteen Minutes ran on MTV from 1986 to 1987. "It's kind of interesting that after all these years he bought it," said Mr. Fremont. "It's kind of terrific."
The fate of Mr. Freston's TriBeCa condominium on the top floor of 39 North Moore Street, which he bought in 1994, is unknown.
Wednesday, 1 April 2026
Queen Elizabeth II: The remarkable life of our nation's most beloved monarch captured by 'the most knowledgeable royal biographer on the planet' - by Hugo Vickers (Author)
Queen Elizabeth II: The remarkable life of our
nation's most beloved monarch captured by 'the most knowledgeable royal
biographer on the planet' - Financial Times Hardcover – 9 April 2026
by Hugo Vickers (Author)
THE MAJOR
NEW BIOGRAPHY OF THE LATE QUEEN.
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innermost workings of the Royal family' - DAILY MAIL
'Based on
six decades of close observation . . . a portrait of the steadfast woman who
long wore the crown' - THE TIMES, 'BOOKS TO WATCH IN 2026'
'Royal
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"personal" biography, which draws on 60 years' worth of research as
well as never-before-seen sources' - THE TELEGRAPH, 'BOOKS TO WATCH IN 2026'
Queen
Elizabeth II occupies a unique place in the hearts of her people, and in this
new, revelatory biography, acclaimed royal historian Hugo Vickers sheds new
light on the woman behind the crown.
Even as a
child, Elizabeth was elegant, self-contained, and enigmatic. After a supremely
happy childhood, gravitas descended with the death of her beloved grandfather
and the Abdication of her uncle Edward VIII. As Vickers reveals in impeccable
prose, she accepted her destiny and worked steadfastly to prepare for what was
to come. On her twenty-first birthday in 1947, she made a promise to serve and
kept it for a remarkable 75 years. She was steadfast and conciliatory and
presided calmly over decades of change, political upheaval and family tragedy.
This
major new biography is based on sixty years of close observation and research,
and uses never-before-seen sources and personal recollections to illuminate her
life as never before. Hugo Vickers has been described by the Financial Times as
'the most knowledgeable royal biographer on the planet'. This is his most
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