Edie wasn’t some little brunette debutante anymore, she was now the queen of Warhol’s underground scene. And she was an It Girl! She was in Vogue! Diana Vreeland, the famous Vogue editor, loved her. Look at how amazing she looks in Vogue!
She was 22. Life magazine said she was “doing more for black tights than anybody since Hamlet.” Andy Warhol’s factory revolved around her. And there were a lot of drugs at the factory. In the tapes for Ciao Manhattan, Edie said that she thought that drugs were like strawberries, which I guess is apt and comparable if you like strawberries and live in a strawberry field.
She started to feed them to her maid, Genevive, who recalled that “my first image of the day was this little voice saying “Genevive, here’s your breakfast.” I’d look up and see Edie with her hair all upside down, in a dirty negligee, with that funny little bird walk, holding a tray with an impeccable breakfast on it… and a little pill on it, right next to the coffee and the orange juice, so you’d be sure to get it right away.
Andy Warhol, who, interestingly, never did drugs himself was somewhat indignant. He claimed “Whatever anyone may have thought, the truth is I never gave Edie a drug, ever. Not even one diet pill. Nothing. She certainly was taking a lot of amphetamine and downs, but she certainly wasn’t getting them from me. She was getting them from that doctor who was shooting up every Society lady in town.”
As she became more and more noticeably messy – Edie started being on everything, pretty much all the time – Vogue turned its back on her. Gloria Schiff, a senior editor at the magazine said “She was identified by the gossip columnists with the drug scene, and back then there was a certain apprehension about being involved with that scene… drugs had done so much damage to young, creative, brilliant people that we were just anti that scene as a policy. Not that we weren’t sympathetic… God!”
So did Andy Warhol and the other members of his factory. In a particularly cruel move they just plain replaced her. Rene Ricard said, “The Warhol people felt Edie was giving them trouble… They were furious with her because she wasn’t cooperating. So they went to a 42nd Street bar and found Ingrid Von Scheflin. They had noticed: ‘Doesn’t this girl look like an ugly Edie? Let’s teach Edie a lesson. Let’s make a movie with her and tell Edie she’s the big new star.’ They cut her hair like Edie’s. They made her up like Edie. Her name became Ingrid Superstar… just an invention to make Edie feel horrible.”
I mean, presumably it did make Edie feel horrible.
And then things got worse.