Sunday, December 24, 2006
I'm at my sister's house and she has this very cool book. It's huge. I put my coffee cup on it (just for a second) to show the scale. It's a great picture book on Andy Warhol, one of my heroes. He died in 1987. The book has illustrations and designs from his early years and he was always amazing. It was humbling and inspiring for me to go through the book. This is how I'm spending my Christmas Eve. With a good book. I also didn't realize that he was actually older than my parents (he was born in 1928). Somehow, when you're hip it keeps you young. I'm making a note of that, though it might be too late for me.