The text verbatim on one of the original Grey Gardens invitations, which featured the Hopper image on its face:
" She was as brittle as a breakaway bottle. Smoke from an unfiltered cigarette jammed carelessly in her mouth curled from the corners of her perfectly painted lips.
He was a loner, a grifter, a soldier of misfortune. A diamond winked from his little finger as he stroked his wide lapel.
There, in the smoky, dusty, ancient theatre, among the flakes of peeling gilt, the dust shrouds, the fly-specked mirrors and the nicotine-stained crystals of the chandeliers, in a place where the lights were perpetually dimming, and if you followed the beam of a cracked amber spotlight, within its dust motes, performers, drag queens, burlesque stars and beefcake hired guns, all took their turns in the circus' battered rings.
Their eyes met with a click as audible as a pitted gold Harry Winston cigarette case snapping shut.
Every Saturday night, starting April 2nd, at the stroke of midnight. Grey Gardens. 119 East 15th Street at irving Place. One block west of Third Avenue. Music by Johnny Dynell. Hosts: Hattie Hathaway and Miss Martha Staunch. Filmloop visuals curated by Antony Chase. Door: Sherry Vine. Admission is $5 with an invite. Grey Gardens. Something different every Saturday night."
What, no mention of "go go gods" and best butt contests? Go figure.
But I guess I was reading a lot of Jim Thompson that week.