"Fred's most explosive scene that year was aimed directly at Andy. We [Bob Colacello, Andy Warhol and Fred Hughes] had gone to Paris in March 1981 for Nelson Seabra's Red Ball... that same week, Birgitte de Ganay was giving a dinner at La Fleury, the family chateau at Fontainbleau, and Florence Grinda asked her to invite the three of us. We drove out in a chauffeured Mercedes with Florence, Fred in new salmon suede evening slippers from Hermes.
... Andy suggested that Florence do some work for Interview. For some reason, that set Fred off. 'I'm SICK AND TIRED OF YOU ACTING LIKE YOU HAVE ANYTHING TO DO WITH INTERVIEW, ANDY!' he shouted. 'WHEN I'M THE ONE WHO DOES ALL THE WORK! AND WHAT THANKS DO I GET? YOU AND BOB TAKE ALL THE CREDIT. THAT'S ALL I EVER HEAR. ANDY AND BOB. BOB AND ANDY. ANDY AND BOB. BOMB AND ANDY!'
He was standing up in his seat now, turned around toward us, shaking his arms in the air, his fists clutched so tightly that his knuckles had turned white. Florence was sobbing, pleading with him to calm down, saying what a great team the three of us were. 'Everyone in Paris says it,' she said. 'Everyone loves the three of you together.'
'ANDY AND BOB! THAT'S WHO EVERYBODY LOVES. THEY TREAT ME LIKE A PIECE OF SHIT!' He suddenly lurched across the back of his seat at Andy, as if he wanted to hit him. Andy didn't flinch, but the driver swerved to the side of the road and stopped the car. He said he wouldn't be able to continue unless Monsieur Hughes controlled himself. Poor Fred soon passed out.
Florence said it was sad to see Fred destroying himself, he was such a special person, something should be done to help him. I suggested a drying-out clinic.
'Fred doesn't have a problem,' Andy insisted. 'You just get too uptight, Bob. You should have a drink.' (BC455)