Andy Warhol tried to create a whole coterie of superstars, glamorous creations of stick-on eyelashes and sequins whispering like ghosts in the perfumed squalor of some downtown lower east side warehouse, grooving to choppy tunes like seasick sailors. Now I don’t know for a fact what that whole scene was like, but I’ve glided on [...]

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