by Susan Kirshbaum

A FEW GHOSTS CAME BACK RECENTLY FROM obscurity to celebrate “Ten Years After The Warhol Factory”, a  multimedia exhibition of seven Warhol artists running through mid-March at Audart's 60 Broad Street gallery. Five of the seven artists showed up, as an incongruous mix of uptown and downtown types converged on Debbie Harry, visibly teary-eyed over the homage.

Tan, blond photographer Christopher Makos called the Factory “the University of Andy Warhol.” Photographer Billy Name, whose long grey beard and black-rimmed glasses pegged him more as a Deadhead than as a Warhol protege, said. “We made the Silver Factory the hottest spot in town. All you needed was the drive to be a star, to capture the glamour and use it as paint. As Andy became a master, he wanted glamour to come in a can that he could just put around the room and on people.”

Andy’s niece, Madalen Warhola, seemed startled by the event. “Andy was just an uncle to us.” Madalen said. “I never thought he was this famous. If I’d known, I would have taken more advantage of him.”