Sculptor-muse-bon vivant; transparent mini-skirts; Mrs. John Currin says, “His love is on the wall for me.”
Four years ago, Rachel Feinstein was working as a receptionist at the Marianne Boesky gallery, but “certain times of the day would slow down and these hallucinations would come to me,” said the former Bar Six barmaid. She began Read More
Of all the things Andy Warhol left behind when he died in 1987, the most enduring are the aphorisms. The paintings, the films and the innumerable other objects stamped with the Warhol logo lack the bite of the maxims. Delivered with his signature deadpan affect, Warhol’s pronouncements divulge an awareness-never a condemnation-of the shortcomings of Read More
To the best of my memory, I only met Marc Rich once. It was
quite a while ago, in the Swiss Alps, whence he’d fled after Spain-his original
on-the-lam lighting point-suddenly became too hot (the Feds had started to
close in on him with a serious extradition deal, and there were rumors that a
contract Read More
