It seems like only 15 minutes ago
Twenty years ago today at 6.21 in the morning, in a private room, 1204, on the 12th floor of the Baker Pavilion at New York Hospital, the medical staff pulled a sheet over Andy Warhol’s famous face. He was 58. The silver wig on his bedside table was fairly new.
Warhol hated hospitals, especially after the furiously unpublishable wannabe-anything Valerie Solanas shot him three times in the chest the day before RFK was murdered in the summer of ‘68. That time he’d been pronounced clinically dead; he recovered in two months but always had problems because of the wounds (the girdle wasn’t for vanity). Solanas spent three years in prison. See the rest.
