Black Tights

I guess if you had to choose....you'd take Andy Warhol over Charles Manson. Obviously you'd look better...and, honestly, isn't that enough?



Also, with Andy the body count was lower and, as with his art...it's not clear who's hands were actually getting dirty...no conviction.

In 1965, Andy Warhol met Edie Sedgwick at a party. Captivated at first sight, Warhol claims to have felt something like love for her. We know it weren't lust. My guess is that it was covetousness...an overwhelming desire to possess Edie's identity. Sedgwick's blood was a Founding shade of blue. Regal by nature with an effortless charm, she was everything the awkward, pocked, Andy Warhola was not.

Andy took her on as an avatar.

That's a dangerous position to be in with a narcissistic psychopath...so it ended badly. Of course, that's not all Andy's fault. She was a grown woman with her own capacity for destruction. She wasn't kidnapped and she benefitted from the associations..at least for a little while.

Still, of all the people in the world for her to have lighted on...he was the one almost guaranteed to knock at least ten years off her life.



"It's easier to go down"...Who is that moron?