Author: Guy Trebay

  • Andy Warhol: Famous All Over Town

    PITTSBURGH — The best souvenirs at last weekend’s opening of the Andy Warhol Museum might have been the T-shirts that said “ANDY VOLUNTEER.” Smacking of vintage superstar monickers, they also suggested some kind of military deployment. as though half the city of Pittsburgh had suddenly enlisted in the Warhol Reserves. And, if the A-list celebrity onslaught forecast […]

  • Banal Retentive: Andy Warhol’s Romance of the Pose

    THE ANDY WARHOL DIARIES Edited by Pat Hackett Warner Books, $29.95 Like his best art, Andy Warhol’s diaries are full of surface information and tough to figure. They dare you to find them deep. After a life spent hustling for the spotlight with close personal friends like Liza and Liz and Halston and Mick, Warhol […]

  • Central Park Sellout

    1997 Village Voice article by Guy Trebay about privatizing public parks

    Central Park Sellout October 14, 1997 It was always a paradox — a populist Arcadia built at a time when western expansion had begun the century-long desecration of the American frontier, a “wilderness” in the middle of an increasingly mechanized city, a utopian sanctuary no less artificial in its conception than the later rodent kingdoms […]

  • The Big Bang Boom

    The Big Bang Boom September 11, 1990 WEEDSPORT, NEW YORK — I’m here at the Weedsport Speedway waiting for something to blow. Who knows where it’ll come from? Who knows what it’ll be. There are guys behind concrete Georgia barriers darting around with lit flares. There are women at the far end of the track […]

  • The Death of John/Diane

    Talking Heads Resting their minds from the Palestin­ian slaughter and the killing of the economy, some New Yorkers turned their at­tention last week to a diverting little crime, the murder of Diane Delia. A dark pouting model, Diane Delia was the apex of a love triangle at whose base were her accused killers Robert Ferrara […]

  • Hunger of Memory

    This story was originally published December 5, 1995. I saw Hugh Steers yesterday on lower Broadway, caught sight of him from behind, with the collar of his black leather jacket turned up against the first real cold of the season, a bit of his unruly cowlick springing up at the back of his skull. I […]

  • The Rose and the Thorn

    June 22, 1982 They set great store by their gardens…their studie and deligence cometh not onely of pleasure, but also of a certain strife –Sir Thomas More The brands of heroin most actively hawked Wednesday afternoon, June 9, 1982, on 3rd Street east of Avenue C were Red Tape and Yellow Tape and Buddha: open-faced […]

  • Mary Wright

    “Voice, may I help you?” For 25 years callers to The Village Voice were greeted with those words, spoken scores of times daily by a woman whose soft voice still carried in it faint traces of a girlhood spent in the South. Five rote syllables can hardly convey the essence of any human, and yet […]

  • Happy Trails

    It is a little-appreciated fact about New York that, regardless of how wild a spot you manage to find here, no matter how untrammeled a path or trail, independent of which adaptable fellow creature (fox, raccoon, whitetail deer) you may encounter on your wanderings, sooner or later you’re going to trip over a container of […]

  • The Body Politic

    Her thighs are the size of Smithfield hams. Her biceps, when flexed, would make strong men quail. Her buttocks are so powerfully pneumatic that they put you in mind of Paul Bunyan’s mighty ox, Babe, which is probably appropriate because it’s no stretch to imagine someone capable of squat-lifting 405 pounds pulling a wagon across […]

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