A good place to begin is at the end. By the time he died on February 22, 1987, at the age of 59, there were many who thought Andy Warhol was less a vital artist than a parody of one, a vampiric social figure preying on the blood of younger and younger artists. He seemed over, and overexposed. He had become a legend, a nightclub artist who hung out with Liza and Bianca and Halston, and painted portraits of famous people for money. A celebrity himself, he was represented by the Ford Modeling Agency, endorsed Diet Coke, Puerto Rican rum, Pioneer radios, and Braniff Airlines, and... More >>>
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"I dont think I missed a stroke": The Week That Was (1963).