- I hated the Awards, I hated the whole thing. I hated every nominee and I hated everything that won. I must be really out of it. But nobody good like John Travolta won. I mean, Richard Dreyfuss? I mean, if he’s a sex symbol, I don’t know what the world is coming to. And there was Vanessa Redgrave doing her same stupid Communist routine up on stage that she did for us at 860 once. And I can’t stand Woody Allen movies. I guess that says something.
- And Stevie had the basement decorated now, with scarves and candles and popcorn, but it’s (laughs) like going to a St. Mark’s Place hippie pad.
- And Chris Makos called about the interview with the psychiatrist who’s doing a book on famous people’s IQs and he wants to give me the IQ test but I’ve decided I’m not going to take it. I mean, why should I let anyone know how stupid I am.
- Ronnie and Eartha were fighting and nobody pulled him out of the room. The fight was over James Dean’s personality and whether he was “difficult.” I guess Eartha was thinking she was a rebel, too, so she was standing up for James Dean, and it’s not the same thing at all—she did it for civil rights and James Dean was just a person not showing up for work.
- Bob was watching Bianca take poppers and he said to Diana Vreeland, “It really becomes more like pagan Rome every day,” and she said, “I should hope so—isn’t that what we’re after?”
- John Lennon came by and that was exciting. He’s lost weight. Rupert’s working on some art thing with him. And he was sweet. He’d refused Catherine the autograph in the restaurant the other week, but Paul McCartney’s picture was in the paper the other day, and when she asked him again he drew a mustache on Paul and signed it.
- Ran into Robert Mapplethorpe near the office. He told me he has a show opening in San Francisco and he’s going there for a month for a “sex vacation” because “San Francisco is the best place for sex in America.”
- Also today, got back my photographs of Edwige cutting her wrists at Victor’s party the other night, and Victor said that her scars would be punk jewelry.
- In the afternoon Edwige, the Queen of Paris Punk, came down for lunch, and she brought a hairdresser guy down with her. She just got married and her husband sent her on a honeymoon, she said. He stayed home. She’s a lesbian and he’s a fairy.
- Don Kirshner was there and we three had our pictures taken together. Then we went over to Studio 54. Stevie introduced me to Roy Cohn who was with four beautiful boys, but butch-looking. A boy is “butch” if he weighs over 170 and he’s an all-American football-type, a spilling-out masculine man. A butch person looks like—well, we don’t have one at our office. Maybe the building super. Yeah, a thinner version of Mike the super, that’s “butch.”
- My portrait of Pelé was going to be presented. Pelé’s mother and father were there and they were cute, and his wife, who was white, but everybody in South America is all different colors— his parents were different colors, too.
- Cabbed up to Rockefeller Plaza to the Warner Communications offices to see Pelé, the soccer player who was being photographed for Interview. He was adorable, he remembered meeting me at Regine’s once. We were on the thirtieth floor. He’s sort of funny-looking, but then when he smiles he looks beautiful. He has his own office up there, and they’re making Pelé T-shirts and hats and cartoons. Mark
- By the way, Valerie has been seen hanging around the Village and last week when I was cruising there with Victor, I was scared I’d run into her and that would be a really weird thing. What would happen? Would she want to shoot me again? Would she try to be friendly?
- A beautiful English girl was putting down Maria as “amoral” because she was showing off her cleavage where I’d signed it. Fred was very drunk and started defending Maria and saying, “What is morality anyway?” and they fought for the rest of the night. It was so French.
- Went to Susan Tyrrell’s party, it was really great. Tatum was there, and her little brother, and Ryan’s brother, Kevin O’Neal, and Chu Chu Malave, the boxer, and Tim Curry from The Rocky Horror Picture Show, Garfunkel, Art “Murph” who wrote the Variety review, Barry Diller, Buck Henry who really loves Bad, Arnold Schwarzenegger, Fred Williamson, Tere Tereba, Corinne Calvert and her son, Ronee Blakley and her brother, Sally Kirkland, Don Rugoff, Paul Morrissey, Thelma Houston, Ed Begley, Jr., Martin Mull the wife-beater on Mary Hartman—200 people like that.
- It was a party for Sidney Lumet. He hates me and his wife Gail doesn’t know whether she does or not, but she follows what her husband does so she’s cold. Sidney runs around kissing everybody and then stops when he gets to me. Film directors used to be such macho guys, and now they’re these little fairy-type guys running around French-style double-kissing but still thinking they’re macho.
- Fred said I’d have to go—just the kind of party I hate because they’re all like me, so similar, and so peculiar, but they’re being so artistic and I’m being so commercial that I feel funny.
- At the Pierre I saw a beautiful woman staring at me and it turned out to be Ingrid Bergman.
- As we got into the car Martin said he had a bomb threat, the note said that he would die one minute after midnight if Jodie Foster won the Academy Award.
- Dino De Laurentiis came late with his wife, Silvana Mangano, she was wearing a white Oscar de la Renta and said she was cold.
- Dennis Hopper told me he’s directing Junkie, the William Burroughs bio, and I made a faux pas by telling him he should use Mick for the star because then Dennis said that he was the star.
- The thing is, I guess, in that long amount of time, everybody’s real personality just comes out and it’s too revealing of how boring they are.
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