Q & A SESSION
|Rene in 2003 • Nancy Smith, artnet|
“The clubs were just filled with all these... ‘Young geniuses.’ Of course that’s all gone now. The whole art world is dead. No one goes to the clubs anymore, there’s nothing interesting happening.”
“But maybe–not to be brash.”
“Oh, please, be brash.”
“Not to be brash.”
“Yes, yes, get on with it.”
“Maybe you just don’t know where any of the good clubs are.”
“Yes, yes, I’m old and boring and nobody loves me. I don’t get invited to any of the good parties. Is that what you mean, you little bitch?” Gasps, silence and then laughter. Rene Ricard takes a drag from his unfiltered Camel cigarette, one of many he’s been chain-smoking throughout his lecture. “…Or whatever you are?” Holds the fag daintily and gently taps the ash off. “Or did I hit the nail right on the head?”
THE REAL ANDY
In the early 1960s, when Rene was seventeen he saw one of the Warhol Flower paintings at the Institute of Contemporary Art in Boston. He stared at it until the museum closed; he’d been sitting there for three hours. After that he immediately went to New York and joined the Factory. He had a Screen Test, he was in Chelsea Girls and he was one of Warhol’s Superstars.
|Rene Ricard (left) with Andy Warhol (center) during the Factory days • photo via Hotel Chelsea Blog|
“Can I ask you a gossipy question?”
“Oh No! Gossip. No, go ahead. But just one.”
“So can you talk about the fight you had with Andy?” I asked.
“We had so many! Ha!”