Andy Warhol's New York, 25 Years On

Looking for signs of the artist a quarter-century after he disappeared

Andy Warhol's New York, 25 Years On
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The Pope of Pop's last week with this mortal coil began, more or less, on Valentine's Day. It was a Saturday in 1987 during an otherwise routine collagen treatment when Andy Warhol complained about his gallbladder, an irascible organ he'd begrudgingly dealt with for years—at least since '73 or '74—and had since placated with doctor's visits, prescriptions, and dietary adjustments. But a week or so prior to this appointment, the abdominal pain had returned with such a vengeance that he had been forced to cancel post-dinner plans to see the Bette Midler movie Outrageous Fortune. ("It wasn't much," he later sniffed.) But now the discomfort had returned violently enough that the man who prided himself on not letting on when something was wrong was forced to admit that something was.

Warhol would spend the following day, Sunday, in bed. He missed church—which was atypical behavior for the practicing Catholic—but stayed awake long enough to catch himself on television, which was not. On Monday, the 58-year-old dutifully saw his chiropractor but felt unsteady enough to cancel a week of personal-training appointments. On Tuesday, the public figure joined Miles Davis in a fashion show at the Tunnel and wore alligator, lace, and fur designs he would later joke made him look like Liberace. Friends could tell he felt poorly, and he went home immediately after the event.

By Friday, Andy Warhol was in what was then New York Hospital-Cornell Medical Center. By Saturday, surgeons had removed his gangrenous gallbladder, and that night, he was alert enough to watch television and make phone calls. But something happened in the dark, and by 6:31 the next morning, he was dead.

Andy Warhol reads the May 6, 1965, edition of The Village Voice at his Silver Factory.
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Andy Warhol reads the May 6, 1965, edition of The Village Voice at his Silver Factory.
The Andy Monument, Rob Pruitt’s chrome Union Square tribute. It’s kind of hideous, right?
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The Andy Monument, Rob Pruitt’s chrome Union Square tribute. It’s kind of hideous, right?

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Warhol: Confections & Confessions — 8 x 10 B+W Photographs from The Andy Warhol Museum, Pittsburgh, an exhibition Warhol's fine-art photography, opens Saturday, March 3, at Affirmation Arts in Manhattan. Thomas Kiedrowski will discuss Andy Warhol's New York with Warhol's former assistant Vito Giallo at the 92YTribeca on Friday, March 9.

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Andy Warhol died on February 22, 1987. In other words, 25 years ago, the famous man who had famously written his own script finally had it taken away. New York City is, of course, a different place than it was then. But nothing has changed so drastically that the creator of the Can That Sold the World has stopped being one of New York City's most deeply abiding myths. "I never understood why when you died, you didn't just vanish, everything could just keep going on the way it was, only you just wouldn't be there," Warhol once wrote. And he didn't, and it did, but he is. Which leaves you to wonder, a quarter of a century expired, what does Andy Warhol's New York City look like today?

Thomas Kiedrowski, a thirtysomething Boerum Hill resident, has devoted more than two years to trying to answer that question. Warhol's legend shaped his vision of New York City, and he wanted to see where these extraordinary events had transpired. Drugs and self-preservation and Wikipedia are unreliable narrators, plus Kiedrowski admits that he's "kind of a Doubting Thomas," so he dug through phone books, excavated newspaper clippings, and interviewed as many of Warhol's remaining friends and associates who would talk. Based on his research, he started giving occasional walking tours, all of which culminated in last summer's publication of Andy Warhol's New York City: Four Walks Uptown to Downtown, a pocket guidebook of 80 addresses.

When we meet in a Starbucks on the corner of Lexington and 87th Street, Kiedrowski is as excited to discuss Warhol as most new parents are about their babies. (Maybe even more.) The first place Kiedrowski likes to take people, as a kind of contextual prologue, is 1060 Park Avenue, a distinguished-looking Upper East Side apartment building with a green-awning entrance and an adjacent doctor's office, where Truman Capote lived with his drunken mess of a mother in the early '50s. A sickly, awkward, working-class Slovakian outcast armed with $200, visual-arts talent, and a terrifyingly possessed quest for fame, Warhol relocated to New York from Pittsburgh at age 20. Soon after, he became interminably fixated with Capote, a New York transplant whose first published novel, 1948's Other Voices, Other Rooms, had recently propelled the young Louisiana-born author to literary stardom. Warhol not only shared characteristics with Other Voices' sensitive, effete 13-year-old protagonist, but he also became infatuated with the author's seductive dust-jacket photo, a controversially "suggestive" (and suggestively gay) portrait. This infatuation became so utterly overwhelming that Warhol adopted a stalker-like persistence, writing fan letters, calling Capote's home, and waiting on the sidewalk outside this concrete building, slavishly, for hours. Kiedrowski says in a reverent awe, "You can just see him standing here!" (I didn't.)

Our next stop is within walking distance, St. Thomas More Church, located at 65 East 89th Street, a Roman-Catholic ministry that dates back to 1870 and still holds regular services. On the sidewalk outside the gates, Kiedrowski emphasizes the thing anybody who has ever heard of Andy Warhol knows: Every single action—from where the man worshiped to where he ate—was carefully premeditated and designed to place him in the company of the world's most spectacular humans. For example, St. Thomas More was conveniently also Jackie O's parish—John F. Kennedy Jr.'s memorial service was held there in 1999. "I'm Catholic and go to church at St. Thomas More," reads a Warhol interview Kiedrowski has just pulled out from a black binder. "They have those rock masses. I take [my dog] Archie with me every Sunday, but we're usually late."  

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Kittybyrne3
Kittybyrne3

Thanks...enjoyed that..! Don't you hate idiots like Troy below saying things like...Anybody could have done what he did..I am glad I was born with at least a few brain cells...

Troy Lee Turner
Troy Lee Turner

oh please-Warhol was a no-talent hack who got lucky. Anybody could have done what he did. A man who got his kicks out of being Andy Warhol-a predecessor to today's braindead culture. For this, he deserves no sympathy

Napoleon Nikolai Zivkovic
Napoleon Nikolai Zivkovic

Ethnically, Andy Warhol [family name: Warhola] was Carpatho-Rusyn or Ruthenian, a small Slavic nationality scattered throughout East Central Europe, mostly near Poland, Slovakia and Ukraine, as well as former Austro-Hungarian territories. As for religion, though he may have professed to being a "Catholic" his gravestone in Pittsburgh clearly bears a triple-beamed Orthodox cross, suggesting at the very least Uniate or Byzantine Rite affiliation; see Victor Bockris, 'Beat Punks' (Da Capo Press, 2000) and Raymond M. Herbenick, 'Andy Warhol's Religious and Ethnic Roots: The Carpatho-Rusyn Influence on His Art' (Edwin Meller Press, 1997).

Napoleon Nikolai Zivkovic
Napoleon Nikolai Zivkovic

Ethnically, Warhol [birth name: Warhola] was Carpatho-Rusyn or Ruthenian, a small Slavic nationality scattered throughout East Central Europe, usually situated near Poland, Slovakia and Ukraine but also Vojvodina (Serbia's northern province) and other former Austro-Hungarian territories. Although he may have been a Uniate or Byzantine Catholic by faith, his gravestone in Pittsburgh bears a triple-beamed Orthodox cross (see 'Beat Punks' by Victor Bockris, Da Capo Press, 2000), which marks a clear distinction from what is normally considered simply "Catholic." [A 1997 book entitled 'Andy Warhol's Religious & Ethnic Roots: The Carpatho-Rusyn Influence on His Art' by Raymond M. Herbenick is currently priced at upwards of $100 on Amazon.com]

Jo B
Jo B

You forgot - or deliberately left out? - why Andy suffered from several organ complaints:He died from the long-term consequences of an attemt on his life by the, then, highly acclaimed feminist theorist and propagandist Valerie Solanas who shot three bullets into his bod

Andy survived, but the injuries shortened his lifemore than anything ellse. His failed murderess got away extremely cheaplply with only three year in prison, as shehadshe had some excellent defenders in her trial: Bettie Friedan and other leaders of the "women's movement" defended and praised her as "Fore-Fighter for Women's Rights".

So, we have to accept that killing any man is a "woman's right", especially if we take into account Solanas' own defense in which she justified her deed as part of her political program which we can still find on 'google' these days: "The S.C.U.M. Manifesto" - SCUM standing for the 'Society for the Cutiing Up of Men'. In short: If Hitler wanted to kill about 30 million maximum, Solanas wouldn't do it under 3 billion men.

And the Feminist Leaders approved, yeah praised that.From then on Feminism had deteriorated into FemiNAZIsm.

Chewstroke
Chewstroke

the chewstroke homepage loves andy...the world is a better place because of him.

Dachowes
Dachowes

When Warhol came on the scene I suspected that he was either crazy, crazy as a fox, a trendyscamer or perhaps a genius. (Or, some combination of the former.) later read on an in flight magazinean excerpt of WARHOL FROM A TO Z and found his narative to be exceptionally interesting. So, I bought and read the book.

After reading the book (among other things), I concluded that art does not exist in a monolithic way -- rather art is the result of the interaction the "piece" and the consumer. And, he was all the adjectives I mentioned in the first paragraph.

Not being wealthy, I keep a few actual cans of CAMPBELL'S TOMATO SOUP CAN on my bookshelf in the living room and as yet, all who has seen them have not asked me and wondered why I keep them there.

TRETNYC
TRETNYC

If I hadn't already read Thomas K.'s book already last year then I probably would have thought this article would have been interesting. BUT I am grateful anytime my favorite artist is featured in THE VILLAGE VOICE. Cannot believe its been 25 years, and now that I'm in my early 50's that he passed at age 58. Wish that the statue in Union Square could stay there forever. RIP.

LIMEN !
LIMEN !

Andy Warhol silver screen, Andy Warhol your still a screem! Long live Andy where ever you are? I always enjoyed my visits to the gallery. But Good God that dam hair!

ghostlectricity
ghostlectricity

AW's untimely death was medical malpractice pure and simple.

Jamoke60
Jamoke60

There were likely many 'memorial masses' and prayer services held in honor of John F. Kennedy Jr's untimely death in 1999 in NYC, but the writer implies that 'THE' primary mass was held at St. Thomas More Church. This is incorrect. While there was an 'official' memorial mass, invitation only, for primarily family members at St. Patrick's Cathedral, an open 'People's Memorial' for JFK Jr. was held the evening before at the progenitor of the uptown cathedral: 'Old St. Patrick's Church', now a basilica. The Irish American community of NYC organized this service, which was attended by thousands who otherwise would have not had the chance.

http://www.washingtonpost.com/...

Sakara
Sakara

rolling stone magazine 4ever has long articles about the beatles; the voice now starting with warhol...? kinda says a lot about how boring contempory art and music is.

Maracwest
Maracwest

Valerie Solanas was messed up. But the vast majority of murders in this country are committed by men. Where the hell does this "feminazi" mythology come from?

David_Chowes
David_Chowes

Ah! I almost forgot about the S. C. U. M. manifesto -- the Society to Cut Up Men. How crazy is our species? Plenty!

 
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