There were many New York nights when Andy was roaming around town taking pictures with his polaroid camera. He looked like himself, skinny and cool, wearing his trademanrk hair. He was observant, sensitive and ironically, very shy.
He liked eating at the round booths at Indochine, and holding court with Jean-Michel Basquiat.
He disliked Madonna and loved spring rolls. Few places were as exciting as dinner time among the painted palm trees.