This image struck me this morning. I thought about Andy and realized Andy felt cold once. Andy had a feeling. Andy dressed for the weather. Maybe it’s obvious, a boy from Pittsburgh wearing a winter coat, but it blew my mind. He was so calculated at being enigmatically banal.
Even when you look at that Avedon photo his face is totally bare of emotion. Mouth agape, eyes slightly crossed like a Siamese cat, as if to say “No flies on me.” I know that this was taken before the shooting maybe when he was less emotionally cloistered, but anyone who ever had any real contact with Andy is either dead or certifiable. I don’t believe a word that comes out of Bob Colacello’s filthy mouth.