Madonna
This classical painting style elevates theses pop culture icons, like Beyoncé & Jay Z, MickJagger, and a young Michael Jackson to the upper levels of society of a time gone and connects them across time to social media of today.
Last week, 52 beat-up wooden doors went up for sale at Guernsey’s auction house. But it’s not the doors themselves but what happened behind them that had bidders clamoring. Arlan Ettinger, president of Guernsey’s said they’re,
“anything but beautiful.”
These doors were the physical entry into New York’s bohemian renaissance and they all saw lots of sex, drugs, and and rock and roll too, at the infamous Hotel Chelsea.
• Oddly, the door that once led to the actual Doors’ Jim Morrison, only fetched $7,500..?
• A door that once opened for Madonna went for $13,000… as did Jimi Hendrix‘s.
• The door to where Andy Warhol filmed Edie Sedgwick for the iconic Chelsea Girls went for $52,000.
• $85,000 bought Room 424’s door, where Janis Joplin and Leonard Cohen created the dirty reality for his line ”giving me head on an unmade bed while a limousine waited in the street” immortalized in Cohen’s Chelsea Hotel No. 2.
• And the door to Room 225 is where in 1965 Bob Dylan wrote what some consider to be THE best album ever, Blonde on Blonde. That one went for $100,000.
The $100,000 door
These artifacts of New York cultural history were destined for the dump but for the work of former Chelsea Hotel tenant Jim Georgiou. Five years ago, he salvaged the doors after they were thrown out during the hotel’s renovation. Homeless at the time, Georgiou insisted that half the proceeds from the auction be donated to City Harvest, a nonprofit organization that collects and redistributes food from restaurants, bakeries, and greenmarkets.
He told Artnet,
“Having been homeless myself, I appreciate all City Harvest does to help those who are in need of help, and giving back to a charitable organization, to me, honors the memory of the Chelsea. It was a place that was initially designed to be a collective—where everyone shared what they had with their neighbor.”
The Hotel Chelsea has provided room and board to some of the most preeminent figures in culture from Mark Twain and Tennessee Williams to Allen Ginsberg, Valerie Solanas, Simone de Beauvoir, Jack Kerouac, and William Burroughs. (I once took Quentin Crisp to meet Burroughs in his room there.)
Arthur C. Clarke wrote 2001: A Space Odyssey there.
Scores of artists and musicians from Jean Tinguely to Julian Schnabel to Diego Rivera and Jackson Pollock, Yves Klein, Henri Cartier-Bresson, Willem de Kooning, Robert Mapplethorpe, Patti Smith, Rene Ricard, and Sid Vicious, to name just a few. It was also home to the painter Alphaeus Philemon Cole, who at the time of his death in 1988, was the oldest man to ever have lived, at 112 years old.
It’s been bought and sold recently, with renovations set to be completed by 2019 but the hotel will surely never see it’s glory days as the cultural epicenter it once was.
To read more about the history of the hotel, you can go here.
(Photo, Wikimedia Commons)
My old pal and WOWlebrity Michael Schmidt, as I’ve written about before on The Wow Report, has created designs for just about every superstar of the last 35 years. Wardrobe, touring outfits, accessories for the likes of Madonna, Janet Jackson, Beyoncé, chainmail for iconic Cher videos, as well as the murderous glove Lady Gaga wore on American Horror Story; Hotel and more.
Yesterday, I posted a story comparing the real Joan Crawford at the 35th Academy Awards with the Jessica Lange version yesterday and a friend asked me if they used the real necklace in Feud: Bette and Joan that Crawford wore to the Oscars and I said I doubted it as they weren’t the same. Michael Schmidt chimed in and claimed it,
“I did it!”
Michael said,
“Here’s a comparison shot of the Van Cleef & Arpels necklace Joan Crawford wore at the 1963 Oscars and the version we did for Jessica Lange. Given the limited time and the scarcity of clear images of the original we had to work with, I suppose we got somewhat close.
I’m sure the original was borrowed for the Oscars and returned to Van Cleef & Arpels and then likely purchased by someone, but who knows? VC&A might even have it in their archives, but producers don’t like to borrow the real thing and have it on their sets for security purposes.
It’s not a perfect reproduction, but sometimes compromises are a part of the process. That’s frustrating, when you’re a perfectionist.“
I would ague, it’s almost better that it’s “similar”, in that Lange isn’t imitating Crawford as much as reinterpreting her, and that’s what Michael Schmidt has done.
Brava! Bravo! You can follow Michael here on his InstaGlam.
Violet Chachki in Swarovski crystal mesh bangles, Divinity cage cuff by Michael Schmidt.
With Kylie Jenner, wearing a piece made with Swarovski from a collaboration with Moschino designer, Jeremy Scott
Cher in classic Michael Schmidt chain mail
From Schmidt’s website. All of these stars have worn his designs
Madonna‘s worldwide Rebel Heart tour is over now. As Jimmy Fallon says in this clip from The Tonight Show, it grossed $190 million. Thirty-two years prior, a baby-faced Madge was already on her way to being on of the most successful recording artists in history. Here she is performing Borderline in 1984 and again in 2016.
Watch.
In June of 1983, Madonna was an ambitious 24-year-old (there were and ARE a lot of them in NYC.) Photographer Richard Corman met the young singer in her walkup apartment on East Fourth Street between A and B. It was the moment, as Corman says,
“literally right before she stepped out and ran into the stratosphere.“
The month after they took these casual casting Polaroids, she released her debut album, Madonna, which produced three top-ten hits Holiday, Lucky Star and Borderline. A year later, she was writhing the stage in wedding dress (typed by Maripol) in her career-making MTV VMA performance of Like A Virgin. But when Corman took these Polaroids, she was still just DJ Jellybean Benitez’s girlfriend. As she wrote of that time,
“I felt like a warrior plunging my way through the crowds to survive.”
Corman was pretty well-connected young man in the early 80s. He had assisted Richard Avedon, and his mother Cis was a casting director who worked on films like Raging Bull and The Deer Hunter. (At the time he was also taking pictures of Keith Haring in Soho and Jean-Michel Basquiat at his Great Jones Street studio.) After 30 years 66 polaroids will finally get their due this fall as a book and an exhibit. Corman shared the story of how they came about with i-D magazine.
“These are images that I shot in 1983. What makes them so charming and special to me is actually the connection to my mother. She had introduced me to Madonna in the spring of ’83, when she was casting a movie called The Last Temptation of Christ, with Martin Scorsese. They auditioned Madonna for the Virgin Mary. As it turned out, Madonna never got the part, but she and I met each other at the time when I was working at Avedon Studios. I was looking constantly for interesting people to photograph. I had never met anyone really like her. She was original.
The Polaroid shoot came a bit later, when my mother was developing a niche musical called Cindy Rella. Madonna was actually at her brother’s apartment, and I needed to send [casting] pictures to Warner Bros ASAP. We didn’t do anything digitally or on an iPhone back then, we had Polaroids. So I shot about 66 Polaroids. We put together a book with a script for a treatment, and the casting. Michael Jackson or Prince would play the prince, Aretha Franklin was going to play the wicked stepmother. As it turned out, the movie never got made and the script and the 66 Polaroids were, I thought, lost for 30 years. Recently when I was going through my warehouse, cleaning it out from the farthest corner, my mouth was wide open to find that these images were just sitting there. In perfect condition.
If we did these pictures today there would be 30 people standing in that apartment. But it was just me and her, it was so simple. She was so accessible, funny, and sexy. She was so cool and had such charisma. So we started with the few pictures where she was cleaning the house as Cinderella, and then she’s getting ready for the ball. She went out and I think she took two hours to find that dress at some vintage store. At the time, she was kind of a local phenom.
I’m not necessarily a Madonna fan, but I’m certainly a fan of her determination, her spirit, and her energy. The pictures today feel a lot more relevant than they did back then. She was always relevant, of course. Just the way she was dressed, her hair, her makeup. Everything about her style and her swag was just 21st century. Between the denim and the red lips, and the cat eyes, the dark roots. Everything about her was now.
She knew exactly the way she wanted it to look. That evening, she met me and my mother and father up at this place on the Upper West Side where every New York City actor hung out. She walked in and she just stopped traffic. Nobody looked like her! She was a visionary in life, and she was certainly 100% original.
When I first met her and went to her apartment, she had to show me up the stairs because it was a building that was full of thugs. They protected her. She said,
‘Richard, you can’t come into the building until you tell me you’re here so I can tell the guys downstairs.‘
She was the pied piper of the neighborhood. People would come to her apartment to have pizza, go to the roof to sing and dance. She embraced it, and the city was really rough back then.”
Richard Corman’s 66 Polaroids will be out this fall from NJG, accompanied by an exhibition.
(via i-D magazine)
Elvis Presley Triavil Prescription Pill Bottle, EST, $4,000-6,000
Embellished cropped tuxedo jacket designed by Santo Loquasto and worn by Rosanna Arquette and Madonna in “Desperately Seeking Susan” (1985). Also seen in her “Into the Groove” music video. EST: $80,000-$100,000
It’s sad when people leave suddenly, especially when we admire but don’t really know them. But one way people remain “alive” is through remembering them. I love hearing random encounters and thoughts about Prince, and I thought I’d share a few friends’ stories here, including my own minor one…
“My story is not about a direct encounter with Prince, I never met him, rather it’s a funny story that was told to me by someone in our stage crew on tour in 1989-90, who left for a while to work with Prince, then returned to work with us again. He said that whenever Prince saw him, he would ask,
‘Who’s that little band you were with… they sing that little song, then he would sing in his falsetto voice, love shack, baby Love Shack?‘” –The B-52s’, Keith Strickland
“Chi Chi (Valenti) and I are battling over the best description of Prince. My favorite was by L.A. Reid, ‘He could steal your woman wearing high heels.‘
Chi Chi’s was by Robert Christgau on seeing Prince for the first time: ‘Mick Jagger should fold up his penis and go home.‘” –DJ, Johnny Dynell
“The first time I laid eyes on him was at the Ritz in December 1980 where I was djing and he was playing for the Dirty Mind tour. The Ritz was still a fairly new venue opening in May of that year. That was the show that changed it all. For me, for the Ritz and I think for Prince too. It was insane. He came back again and played in March of 1981. Lucky to have witnessed that and all that came after. Saw him many times after and obviously was a massive influence. All the bands and artists he worked with, the careers he is responsible for is pretty astounding. I really used to love when he put out those non lp b-sides “She’s Always in My Hair”, “Erotic City”, “17 Days”. Just too good. He will be so missed, but damm he seemed to do it all and did it on his own terms. Pop life. The artist.” –Justin Strauss
“Prince in Rio! I had the pleasure of being backstage at Rio’s Maracanã Stadium during 1991’s edition of Rock In Rio festival. There was a massive sense of anticipation for his arrival and security was super tight. I had a quick peek into his dressing room – It was all customized in purple drapes, purple pillows, purple candles, purple everything… Then suddenly more excitement as he entered the stadium and passed in front of me with his private security team lead by this beautiful woman! There was a lock down in the corridors, no one could really move around. Then I went down to see his concert from the grass and will never forget the looooooong and out of this world rendition of Purple Rain he played on his Purple piano!!!! Prince was an amazing music innovator and a true pop star in the old school sense of the term! He blew the stadium away!! Shine on Purple Star!” –producer, Béco Dranoff
Prince by Warhol, 1984
“My story isn’t a direct encounter with Prince either but I remember this vividly. I was working for Vanity Fair in the art department and we were doing a story on the Prince phenomenon, and hired Andy Warhol to do the illustration for the story. (I still have a hard proof of the one shown here.) For some reason, I got invited to a screening of Purple Rain which was in a theater in Times Square. It was not the kind of red carpet premiere you have today, and Prince wasn’t there, but this new singer who was starting to get hot at the time was; Madonna. She was with her friend Debi Mazar, who I knew at the time and they sat directly in the row in front of us and said hi coming in. I remember Madonna REALLY rocking out and SUPER into the music all through the film as we all were. Prince & Madonna were just about THE hottest things on the planet in ’84, and there they were (sort of) right in front of me. It was a moment.” –artist, Trey Speegle
“Michael Jackson, Prince, Madonna, products of very religious upbringings: a Jehovah’s Witness, a Seventh Day Adventist turned Jehovah’s Witness, and a deep Catholic school girl named for the Virgin Mother and at war with ‘the father.’ Very interesting to consider together. All–at the same, high 80s moment, really– acting out the freedom of the body and explosive sexuality, exorcising demons, trying to get free, producing music where sexual and religious images mingled, creating more powerful new selves. So much rebellion, conflict, creativity. Yet classic American strivers. Messy inside but unparalleled, perfectionistic professionals, worker bees, hitting the mark at any cost. But the men both seemed so personally conflicted and tortured inside. Michael for sure. Don’t need to repeat that story. Prince, still sometimes needing to project ‘ladies man’ though as seemingly gender-complex as M.J., perhaps struggling more privately as it seems that he was actually conservative and somewhat uncomfortable with gays, himself. Intensely private and mysterious yet exhibitionistic. How did their race figure? Even their size–diminuitive and fey and kind of the antithesis of the desirable male in black culture, but creating their own kind of power, perhaps out of necessity…
All suffering intense physical pain for the work and one dead from a pain-killer. Excruciating/exquisite control of the body and maniacal control of the work, but not the head or heart. No big thesis, just scattered thoughts. So much going on inside those beautiful ones, intensity and creativity on fire. Driven. I miss the moment when they reigned, those sexy hymns we danced to. Exciting. Maybe just because I was young. Maybe because I am still struggling.” –Author, George Hodgman
“When I was 18 years old and studying in Paris at the time I was a resident dj in this club called Montana. One night the manager of the club called me and said that Prince had requested to have the club privatized for him and a few friends and that he specifically asked that I play the music after hearing me a few nights before. Keep in mind that I was a huge fan of Prince since a very young age and that I would play his records on vinyl as a little toddler in my Dads studio.
“The song ‘Kiss’ is in my top 10 favorite songs of all time. I was very excited when I got the call as you can imagine. To make a long story short… Prince showed up around 3ish after I had been playing an empty dance floor for about 4 hours already. He walked in with this gorgeous woman that, I kid you not was twice his size (even with the 5 inch heels he had on) . I was playing a lot of funk and disco which he seemed to be enjoying and dancing to. Fifteen minutes into the party he requested that I play a few of his songs. I played “let’s dance” by Bowie followed by “Kiss”. He turned around and gave me a thumbs up. Seconds after hearing his record drop, he leaned in to his date of the night and kissed her on the lips at the exact moment he says kiss in the song.
I continued playing his music until he came back in the DJ booth and asked for some James Brown. He danced a little bit longer and took his friends and date back to his Paris home. He did not sit down the whole night while I was spinning. Before he left he thanked me, shook my hand with his leather gloves he was wearing and told me I was a talented disc jockey. It was a surreal moment for me at the time and I can easily say it is one of the highlights of my ‘DJ career’. I recorded the mix from that night which I will be uploading in the next few weeks after some digging through my laptops. Deeply saddened by this news today. I am currently in london where I will be spinning his music tonight in his honor. #RIP to the master of psychedelic rock and intergalactic funk. A true musical genius, icon and most of all a genuine nice person. My condolences to all his close ones.” –DJ, Lino Meoli, son of Maripol
“The audacity of Prince Rogers Nelson did not flower with fame and purchase –did not even begin with music, since by all accounts he strode with slight stature onto a junior high school basketball court, throwing shade with the same shy-but-Sly buoyancy we would all witness later in performance. He laid down the law like a landing strip in the rain forest, his flickering lights serving as our clearance from the tower, all touching down safely behind him. He was possessed of the ecstasy of Little Richard, the locomotion of James Brown; the fusing spark-shower of Jimi Hendrix. He understood the sublime and abstracted alchemy of Miles [Davis], the impatient genius of Ray [Charles]; the giddy volatility of Sly Stone, the cat-and-mouse come-on of Marvin Gaye. He embodied the Saturday night/Sunday morning disparities of the Reverend Al –and his persona was as cunning and confounding as that of Salvador Dali.
I have ceased distinguishing between the religious and the secular, for everything is holy: our courage and humility, our senses both lost and found; our love and our lust…all that shall swoon and couple, leaving in their wake the real hope that, late as is the hour –with as much as we have been given and squandered; as little as we might deserve it, though we stomp and plead— there may yet be more on offer: God willing, just one more song sung into high rafters before we are finally called to quit and disperse.” –musician and producer, Joe Henry (posted by photographer Maude Schuyler Clay)
Kevin Sessums is to the right of Prince,
critic Gene Siskel on the left…
“I had greeted him as he came into the party and had just admired his ass in that jumpsuit which Siskel kidded me for so obviously doing. Then later I went up to his bodyguard standing right next to him and knowingly played the game.
‘May I speak to Prince?‘
I asked the bodyguard as Prince listened above the din and dared to smile at my knowingness. This was Vanity Fair’s first Oscar party at Morton’s in 1994 and he was the biggest star in the room. Yet no one else seemed to be going up to him. The bodyguard looked down at The Diminutive One who, in turn, nodded his approval – knowingly.
‘Yeah, you can,‘
the bodyguard said. So, Prince and I had a little Oscar party tete-a-tete.
‘Gigolos get lonely too, huh,’
I said to get his attention – which it did. I then told him about the one time I ever saw him perform. It was the Purple Rain tour in Daly City at the Cow Palace. I was visiting San Francisco for the first time and a friend, Adam Block, who was the music critic for the Advocate, had prime seats right next to the stage. I also told him his jump suit made his ass look hot. He lowered those eyelids of his, deciding if he should take that as a compliment or a threat. I wasn’t sure if he was going to hit me with his walking cane. He tapped me on my own butt instead.
‘You’re right.‘ he said.
And laughed – knowingly – a gigolo giggle, amusement gargled back down in his throat where those guttural notes could be grunted out amidst those airy high ones that could so shockingly take flight as he himself now has.” –Author, Kevin Sessums
“I was working the door at the ex-Sound Factory (after Ingrid Casares gave up trying to turn it into something else and before it became Twilo). Saturday nights were big, and on this particular one during fashion week Donatella Versace was having a private party for her 1998 ad campaign with Courtney Love. Mobbed confusion at the door all night, lots of famous faces. At some point a beefy guy in a suit approached the side and said,
‘I’ve got Prince in the car over there for the Donatella party but he doesn’t like being bumped or hassled by people.”
He motioned to a limo across the street. I told him to get my attention when ready, and I’d make sure there was a path they could sneak through quickly on the side. He got back in the limo and drove off. A half hour later the same limo slowly pulls up right in front of the crowd, not the side, and the guy gets out and looks at me. I motioned him to the side but it was too late.
Slowly out of the door of the limo emerges, not Prince, but five tall, beefy security guards in matching dark suits, with arms locked in a circle to form a sort of human cage, their open Prada jackets making a curtain. I yelled for people to back-up as this contorted, human tarantula sloooowly crawled out of the limo (two of the bodyguards facing backwards) and inched towards us. It was an acrobatic wonder! People stared. The crowd naturally parted for such a spectacle.
New Yorkers (back then) didn’t yell or take pictures around famous people, they’d just go weirdly quiet. But who were we gawking at? They didn’t know. I wasn’t sure. It could’ve been anybody! Sure enough, as I lifted the velvet rope and they wobbled their way into the door I caught a square-inch of purple from inside the walking flesh cage.
An hour later, Rob Fernandez came out and said,
‘Prince wants to leave.‘
And as the same human contraption inched it’s way out of the club (this time in reverse), I heard a muffled but unmistakable voice from deep inside say,
‘Thank you.‘
It crawled back in the limo and drove off. A security guard turned and asked me,
‘Was that really Prince?‘
I said, ‘It had to be.‘
–Sock Job director, Mark Allen
I drove in from my upstate place in the Catskill Mountains to the West Village of Manhattan yesterday just in time for the snow to start falling. I checked out the view from my front door a few times and then went to bed and awoke this AM to a REAL winter blizzard. They weren’t kidding! The view out my door and on Instagram tells me we’ve gotten about 6-7 inches, so far and it’s supposed to snow for another day! I have tickets to the live broadcast of SNL with Ronda Rousey and Selena Gomez tonight, so it should be fun getting uptown. Here are some of my Instagram pals pics. Jeffrey Slonim gave us a peek at Madonna‘s mega-mansion on the UES from his front stoop, NPH gives us his view in Harlem & SJP – who lives a few blocks away– shows snow piling up in her backyard. Closed galleries and museums gave us views of their gardens and snow art as a consolation and my friends, the sister design duo of Porter & Hollister Hovey, had to cancel their design show house they’ve worked so hard on. (Speaking of hardon, Wowlebrity Linda Simpson is apparently warm indoors with that shirtless, sexy TV jogger!) Fashion maven Derek Blasberg shows us evidence that a blizzard is not excuse NOT to wear stylin’ footwear. Lots of dogs in the white from all over like photographer Pamela Hanson & artist Jo Shane and where I came from in the Catskills, the cute Itty Bitty Griff and buddy sit in cute coats waiting for the flakes to fall. Let in snow! Stay warm, kids!
Andy Warhol & Kenny Scharf, Mr. Chow, New York City, 1986
Paige Powell was the associate publisher of Andy Warhol’s Interview magazine. She came to New York City from Oregon in 1980 armed with her camera and joined Warhol’s inner circle. She photographed the scene over the next decade, like her boyfriend, Jean-Michel Basquiat (captured in a series of nudes) designer Stephen Sprouse, Madonna, Keith Haring, Kenny Scharf among others.
All these images were stashed in boxes under Powell’s bed for decades, but they’ve been taken out for a new exhibit at the Portland Art Museum. Paige Powell: The Ride.
Paige Powell At 15 West 81st, New York City, 1983
The Ride, is the first part of the multimedia installation which, includes video with never-before-seen recordings of Powell’s pals, including new footage of Warhol and Haring. Photographer/director David LaChapelle also mixed a soundtrack for the second part of the installation called Beulah Land, an interactive exhibit featuring over 800 images recreating a 1984 exhibition of Powell’s photographs in NYC.
The museum is hosting several other programs and events in conjunction with the exhibit, including a conversation between Powell and co-curator Brian Ferriso today, November 19. The exhibit is up through February 21, 2016 and you can find out more here.
Beulah Land (162 Avenue A) opening, January 15, 1984
Susan Hannaford (center) in a montage of Powel's pics in "The Ride"
Madonna, Fresh 14, New York City, 1984
(Jean Michel looking at Andy) Still From ‘The Ride’, 2015
Andy Warhol And Grace Jones, Nippon, New York City, 1985
Sting, Bob Dylan And Andy Warhol, New York City, 1986
Andy Warhol Studio, 860 Broadway, NYC, 1983
Andy Warhol’s Private Desk, 860 Broadway, NYC, 1982
Andy Warhol Posing As Invisible Sculpture, Area, New York City, 1985
The Mudd Club Rummage Sale is the only Mudd Club event Steve Mass has hosted in New York City since the club closed in 1981. Co-founder Mass has rallied his old pals for the first-ever official Mudd Club celebration — a charity rummage sale later this Thursday night benefiting the Bowery Mission Women’s Project.
The famed Mudd Club opened its doors at 77 White Street in October of 1978, just steps away from the new Roxy Hotel, where the event is being held. For five years Mudd Club supported New York City’s downtown music, fashion, and art scene giving exposure to artists and performers like Jean-Michel Basquiat, Keith Haring, Lou Reed and many more. Mass says;
“It’s not going to be a Sotheby’s-type deal but more like a church basement sale.”
A Cindy Sherman photograph might be next to a T-shirt from Sting or a painting by Walter Robinson. Many club regulars either worked in fashion or went on to make a name in it: Anna Sui and Betsey Johnson are donating dresses; Maripol, Madonna‘s look-maker, is donating some of her iconic rubber jewelry as well as vintage Fiorucci t-shirts. Mannequin king Ralph Pucci contributed a mannequin/sculpture by Kenny Scharf.
To create buzz in the early days, Mass would go to the Parsons School of Design and invite students to the new multi-level emporium.
“They would tell all their friends because where else could they get in free and be treated like celebrities? I didn’t know it happened to be Anna Sui.”
My old pal Robert Molnar was the Mudd Club’s doorman while working on his own clothing line. After he turned away some Hell’s Angels, their leader, who went by “John the Baptist,” beat him up.
“I was begging for my life. It was ridiculous.”
The B-52s were regulars both on stage and off — Kate Pierson is donating a wig and a dress, while Fred Schneider is giving up items like the cowbell he used on the ’89 Love Shack tour. Fred worked the coat check when the club opened in 1978.
“People felt so bad for me that they kept bringing me drinks. I got really tipsy and Robert [Molnar] had to take over. I lasted one night.”
When it came to booking music, the club welcomed everybody from the Cramps to early hip-hop acts like Fab 5 Freddy who just met with Mass for lunch yesterday, donating the items below.
Debbie Harry donated a metallic blue Vivienne Westwood trench dress, Kim Gordon a painting. Items range in price from $10 to $1,100. With an open bar and live performances by Kate Pierson and the Patti Smith Group’s Lenny Kaye, the evening promises fun beyond shopping.
The Mudd Club Rummage Sale benefiting the Bowery Mission is at the Django at the Roxy Hotel on Nov. 19. you can still get tickets here.
Author Victor Bockris and Debbie Harry at the Mudd Club, June 1979. Photo, Allan Tannenbaum
The late, great Edwige Belmore. Photo, Anton Perich
Items range from $10-1100
Items donated by Fred Brathwaite, aka Fab 5 Freddy
Brathwaite & "Dr. Mudd" (Mass) this week
(via Vogue)