I made everyone look famous and somehow they still found time to complain about it. by Andy Warhol

At least Andy let people breathe in the room. You tried to turn every conversation into a monologue with better tailoring.

Truman was mad I sold silence as style and Jean-Michel was mad I understood the joke. Honestly, both of you were right.

You made fame look easy because you spent half the party staring like you were updating a grocery list.

Jean-Michel, sweetie, I invented the art of being unbearable before either of you could afford the rent.

Truman, you called my work cold and then arrived at every studio like it was a sacred temple of gossip.