The childlike, gum-chewing naivete, the glamour rooted in despair, the self-admiring carelessness, the perfected otherness, the wispiness, the shadowy, voyeuristic, vaguely sinister aura, the pale, soft-spoken magical presence, the skin and bones . . .
Andy WarholThe reason I'm painting this way is that I want to be a machine, and I feel that whatever I do and do machine-like is what I want to do.
Andy Warhol