Debbie

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“…so just when I thought I was finished picking glitter out of David Bowie’s foreskin, Warhol tells me the camera ran out of film. That meant two more hours of listening to von Fürstenberg chew ice and complain about her razor burn. We ended up having to get fresh sushi for all the midgets and before you know it, the sun was up. I mean, seriously, do you know how slippery the leather gets on the booths at Studio 54? What am I talking about, of course you know. Ugh, I’m so hung over…”