The boldest proclamations in the art world are made by neither critic nor artist, but the high-society Greek style maven known simply as Mrs. Tependris. Mrs. T. does not shy away from eccentricities or theatrics. Rather, she travels the world in search of great art, curious new extravagances, and spiritual enlightenment.
Andy Warhol’s Factory was part-studio, part-haunt for amphetamine users, sexual radicals, and superstars. Decked in tin foil, silver paint, metallic balloons, and shattered mirrors to reflect the decadence of the times, the Factory saw its share of “generally large parties” held “after usual office hours.”
Long before we knew the joys of Instagram—perfect party photos tinted blue with a faux nostalgia that makes everyone look good—Andy Warhol wielded its early predecessor: the Polaroid Big Shot.