I was surprised to read this evening that Andy Warhol died 25 years ago last week. It really didn't seem that long ago.
Warhol is pretty fascinating: vapid, a genius, an innovator, a thief ... he seemed to embrace all of the descriptions.
The photo above is a snap I took in New York in November. The tall, glossy, chrome-plated statue was unveiled just last March, near the Union Square building where Warhol operated the first iteration of The Factory, the quasi-underground studio/hangout where he mass-produced his work. (He moved to another neighbourhood in 1968.)
The above shot of Mick Jagger is by Annie Liebowitz, from 1975, and it's featured in Vanity Fair in an excerpt from a forthcoming book on how Liebowitz works. An excerpt of how the then fledgling Rolling Stone photographer wound up taking a leave of absence to go on the road with Jagger and the Stones, as the tour photographer:
The band was rehearsing at Andy Warhol’s place in Montauk, at the end of Long Island, and I went out there for a month or so, and then there was a break and the tour started in June. I was very naïve. I brought my tennis racket with me. I thought that maybe as we went from city to city I would take tennis lessons. I didn’t know what I was getting myself into. They were paying me a few hundred dollars a week and I was supposed to create publicity pictures, but I only managed to get a few out the first day and that was it. I was never up during the day again. I was always with the band.
At the time, I thought that the way to get the best work was to become a chameleon. To become so much a part of what was going on that no one would notice you were there. It was unbelievably stupid of me to pick that situation to become part of. I did everything you’re supposed to do when you go on tour with the Rolling Stones. It was the first time in my life that something took me over.
I hope Newfoundland and Labrador's premier will not mind that I picked a portrait of him to test-drive this little program, which gives any image the Warhol treatment. Flickr users, in particular, will find this really easy to use.
Dot Dot Dot is Morse code for the letter 'S,' the full message Guglielmo Marconi claimed to have received atop Signal Hill in St. John's in 1901. It ushered in the age of telecommunications. My maternal grandfather worked as a telegraph operator for Canadian Marconi on Signal Hill for many years.
As well, I have a habit of overusing the ellipsis when I write ... as frequent readers might notice.