Saturday, August 31, 2013
I've only known one model (apart from Denis Deegan, who told me he was once the most beautiful boy in Paris) and that was Ivy Nicholson. What we had in common was our feelings for Tony Perkins. She was in love with him, she said, threw herself down a flight of stairs for him. I was over it. Ivy came to my apartment on Third Street one day with Andy, Billy, and Gerard, and Andy shot a three-minute film of Johnny Dodd kissing her on my fainting couch. In the middle of the kiss, I don't know why, Johnny reared up and slapped her. Ivy was furious. So was he.
Posted by MICHAELWRITES at 7:23 AM