From “L’imagine. Pop heart” in La Repubblica:
Jeannette Montgomery Barron sat at the table of those long, last suppers with Andy Warhol and his “family.” Pop art had become an industry with a lot of turnover. And for the art scene in the eighties, she became, in her early twenties, the “official” portraitist. The first time, in reality, Andy Warhol granted barely five minutes—other than fifteen minutes of fame. “I was there, in a sort of waiting room: chaos, photos and stuff scattered everywhere, and he came. The time to take and put me at the door. The result was not that great,” she says. But other times she would be back at the Factory. “Prior to the one in Union Square and then on East 33rd Street, which had now assumed the appearance of a number of offices. Everyone with a desk and a telephone. ” Montgomery Barron builds a diary of images of a thousand lights of New York—a roundup of stardom and strangers. . .