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 In November 1974, after a year of not-so-subtle hinting by us, Franco Rossellini had finally suite at the Cartyle Hotel. The year before, she had electricfied the art world by asking for prices at were actually not for sale but that there was a Bacon show on the Marlborough Gallery, Imelda canvasses at $200, 000 each. She was really bringing home the Bacon – and also, that same trip,

Andy was always in a rush to pin down a potential portrait, but he was particularly anxious about of the world. And, unlike President Ford, or any other leader of a democratic nation, Imelda office, governor’s mansion, and ambassador’s residence, fulfilling one of Andy’s fondest

And once the Marcoses set the trend for official portraits by Andy Warhol – so flattering, so easilyThailand, all follow?

Limousine-liberal clients, was their tendency to attract assassins. Mrs. Marcos, for examples, had Polaroids, when the bullets sprayed. But then, what if the Marcoses were killed or toppled before commissioning portraits by the dozens, or hundreds, or thousands? There was a Communist pop the question right away, and just hope that there weren’t any crazed revolutionaries with before, “ Never get in an elevator with Imelda. And if you have to, always let her go out first.”

On file, Bob. And when the revolution comes, the Communists will find our pictures. This is your

She turned to Andy and explained, “It’s the Filipino TV. They are making a documentary of my trip ordinary, as if she were a housewife dashing to a corner bodega calledMexico. “What can I do?” everywhere I go with their cameras and their lights, because the Filipino people can’t get enough

“But you won’t write in it that I am extravagant, “ said Imelda, “will you? I don’t know why the covered her diamond pin, all twenty karats of it, with the copy of Interview.

Jewelry. After a long dead pause, he added, “ Gee, isn’t Franco Rossellini great?”

Long speech about art, full of platitudes and clichés (but no suggestion that she was aware that trying to do in her travels, to bring nations together and join the East and the West. Every time she West, East, West, and we turned ours with hers, until we were dizzy, and stifling yawns. The because it was neither one nor the other, but both. She often used “I” when she meant the Tse-tung on her recent trip toChina, and Mrs. Mao, she said, agreed.

“I don’t think Communist guerrillas will attack the Communist Chinese mission,” I reasoned, tom rainbow.

“This is too scary,” murmured Andy as our passports were inspected first by the U.S. Secret.

Once inside, we found ourselves in a large room, decorated in a motel- modern style, with a large from the servants?” Andy wondered. “ Here comes a servant,” I said, as a Chinese man Cola?” he asked. “This is too nutty,”said Andy. “Here comes a diplomat,”I said, as another more opulent motel-modern style. There, between a Chinese man woman in identical gray ambassador and his wife,” Andy murdered. “Their suits are better cut.”

Imelda responded with another invitation: to the opening of the Filipino Cultural Center, at 556 demonstrators screaming, “IMELDA GO HOME!” while police on horseback pushed them back, so way through the crowd of protestors, onlookers, paparazzi, and police, Andy illogically trying to was a line to get through the security check and a big woman in a big red velvet gown, bellowing, between him and her, just in case the Symbionese Liberation Army should arrive.

Dancing with flames – we could hear the chanting mob on the street: “IMELDA GO HOME! IMELDA and said, “ This is really glamorous. And really, really scary.” The single “really” meant not really,

Mrs. Marcos was on the phone with Cristina Ford when we arrived in her heavily guarded suite at Diane von Furstenberg, as requested, but Imelda kept talking on the phone, while they stood up, Imelda greeted us and then turned to Franco Rosselline and said, “You know, Franco, it has did they say the Katmandu Airport wasn’t big enough for my DC-10 and make me switch to my arriving in a DC-10!” Lee Radziwill raised an eyebrow and muttered to Andy in a stage whisper, country,” whispered Andy back.