ANDY & THE PINEAPPLES
© Jill Lynne 2018
Excerpted from the forthcoming Book:
“X-POSED: From The Chic to The Sleazy, Stories of My Life”
Reflecting on my Life in the late 1970s & 80s, In 1996 I wrote…
“There was a time when I could not sleep the night –
when the beat of the streets would call me forth,
when evening energy so beckoned calling my Name aloud…
There was a time so exhilarating, so exciting, that each nite unfolded with
dynamic adventures, unforeseen stories, torrid tales and titillating happenings…
There was a time when all seemed possible…”
When does a story truly begin…perhaps at Birth…but lets jump forward a few
It was the ‘70s and I was in PHOTO-BLISS!
As soon as dark descended I felt the irresistible
pull of the streets – the tug of a newly-discovered. Nightlife.
NYC was the epicenter of an extraordinary life after dark.
Moi– a kid with a camera running around in spandex & glitz – in love with the nights
colorful cascade of characters and fabulous scenes I was forever discovering.
This story began in the nitty-gritty East Village, at the Electric Circus on Saint
(Little did I know that it was owned by the Music Mogul Jerry Brandt – who would later
become a Patron and friend.)
The Circus was the place to trip, get high, listen to fabulous music, and have sheer
So on that special eve I too was a wee bit high and with my NIKON as my constant
Companion – photographing –
And playing about in the downstairs VIP area.
Lounging on the luxe banquets, a couple approached and I instantly recognized it was
none other than Andy Warhol (with whom I had previously crossed paths) and the
Grand Doyenne of Fashion, Diana Vreeland.
Truly, I do not remember what occurred in our interchange, but soon after I was
being whisked away in a shiny limo to the silver-toned, creative den of iniquity,
The rest is truly Herstory!
Several years later, I was a quasi-established Photo-Artist, regularly exhibiting my
Work, – especially the POP ICONS Series – “Portraits of the Rich and the Infamous” –
Proofed – Enhanced and Transformed – , with the very first Computer Technology –
which I am credited with being the First Woman to use…
At the time – and for several years following – I was romantically involved with the great
Creative Genius, And Futurist, the Maestro of Clubs, Rudolf (Danceteria, Pravda, the
Rudolf had one foot firmly planted in the future…
Growing up playing in the post-war rubble of bombed out Berlin his parents of politically
questionable affiliation, moved to him to Brazil.
A child of reaction-formation, he became the most open, radically tolerant, expansive
individual I had ever known.
Rudolf believed in me, supported my Art and “Grew Me Up” in myriad ways
and for that, I will always be grateful…
Awakening one morning and sharing a nightmarish vision of being trapped in a burning
Club, he coolly reminded Moi to carefully check the Exits…
There are epiphanel days and nights that forever change the course of one’s Life.
Such was the following …
On that eve, Regine’s (the NYC version of the elegant Paris’ hot spot.
was filled with the chic and tres social. Femmes in gorgeous pro-forma
Black evening Attire with tall men in white dinner jackets adorned with colorful silken
Pocket squares and matching ties, the posh clinking of crystal toasting champagne, to
the sparkle of light Laughter.
After Regine herself’s ever-gracious greeting, I slowly meandered through the “beautiful
People”, intermittently stopping to exchange hellos, snap a photograph, receive a hug or
Shake a hand in introduction
Leaning against the front bar were smiling familiar faces – “journalists”. Thought I.
Finally at the rear of the club, I entered into the very VIP Room.
Immediately, I came upon Andy Warhol enjoying dinner with the notorious Roy Cohn –
Of the hideous McCarthy trials…
Yes! Andy did appreciate the company of the unexpected and diverse….
The News had just written about Moi, labeling me a “Female Andy Warhol”…
When ANDY saw me, he abruptly stopped his Dinner chatter and raised up two
pineapples in salute.
“So now you’re Me!” said he…smiling…
I snapped …the now celebrated photograph…
Later I proofed it with the new Computer tech I was privy to.
Now this could be the conclusion, of a special eve, but it was not!
Eventually I left the VIP Room and was looking about when suddenly Regine came
running through the club flapping her arms and screeching,
Shocked, I turned to the man alongside me – who just happened to be the quite debonair
Halston and whispered,
“I dreamt this!” I had a premonition!…
Later on as I got to know this lovely and talented Designer, he would chuckle when he
reminded Me of my first words to him.
When I finally broke out of my daze, most of the crowd had already fled the club or
were drinking it up at the Front Bar.
I was gently pushed up front and thrust into the arms of two men.
“We saw you yesterday,” said one,
“You were photographing Debbie Harry, (Blondie) …” The other chimed in.
,”Why don’t you come up and show us your Photographs?”
They were Brant Mewborn and Jeff Cason, Editors for AFTERDARK Magazine – the
Groundbreaking First Gay-oriented Entertainment Magazine….
It was the Life-Changing beginning of yet another saga…
But dear Readers, that’s another Story!
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