I’ve always liked Warhol’s chock-a-block 36 x portrait of her, and I liked seeing it again at the Whitney. So many expressions, so many fluctuations between overtly posed and simulated-candid.
She was then forty-two, a wonderful age, young but not-puerile, at the peak of her status as art collecting doyenne.
Couldn’t help but recall interviewing Scull in 1988 for Radical Rags, twenty-five years after Warhol gave us a serialized simultaneity of her image. She had a sense of humor. She recalled her husband wanting her to give up art school to marry and her reaction of, “What, with THIS talent?”