Why did Andy Warhol paint Campbell's soup cans? Sure, they were a good example of Mid-Century mass production and banal commercial graphics, but so were all the other canned things on the shelves at the time. Warhol claimed that he ate Campbell's every day for lunch, but that was probably just another cryptic Warhol-ism. Christopher Knight at the LA Times has an alternate suggestion: Warhol took the idea from Abstract Expressionist Willem de Kooning.

Where's Waldo in Edward Hopper's Nighthawks? In Michelangelo's The Last Judgment? Little did you know that Waldo has managed to insert himself into basically every classic painting you studied in college. There's a tumblr called Vintage Waldo that documents the tiny bespectacled man's journeys through art history. Apparently the only reason we didn't know of this before is because "art curators, skilled only in the art of stopping time travelers from placing themselves in famous paintings, removed Waldo from these pieces." Click through for some examples.

Diners will soon have the opportunity to eat at a pop-up restaurant manned by 15-year-old wunderkind chef Greg Grossman, where "Guests will feel like they are dining inside an artist like Andy Warhol’s mind circa 1982." Sounds disorienting and uncomfortable! The dinner will consist of "molecular gastronomic masterpieces" inspired by pop artists like Warhol and Roy Lichtenstein.

What started out as a super hush-hush “for those in the know” affair is turning into something much more. Tonight, Jayne County and Kymara Happenings invite you to a “Modernist Party and a Happening.” This event will be the first use of the Ballroom at the Chelsea Hotel, 222 West 23rd street. To understand what I'm talking about, we have to start at the beginning, and since this is my column, it will start where I got on. I used to basically live at Max’s Kansas City. The bartenders knew my drink and the waitresses knew what I ate. I saw the same bands over and over again, and witnessed new ones that blew the socks off the New York scene.

Empire is an Andy Warhol film from 1964 that's just one long shot of the Empire State building. It's eight hours and five minutes, and it's meant to be watched in full. MoMA is screening it on Friday, and a brave and possibly insane group of art world people, organized by WNYC, will live-tweet the entire thing. It all sounds terribly masochistic, unless they're planning to make it into a drinking game. I wonder what Warhol himself would have thought of this exercise.

Tomorrow night, Patricia Field, Mao PR, Roxanne Lowit, Susanne Bartsch, Kenny Kenny, and Joey Israel will host a benefit at Amanda Lapore’s Big Top for Larissa. Joey Arias and Amanda will perform. I am leaning heavily on Patricia Field’s website for my background, as Larissa, although very familiar to me, always remained a mysterious denizen of so many fashionable days and clamorous nights. I never asked questions about her, I just accepted her rank as one of the most important people in downtown culture. I would book her birthday at a club back in the day, or she might grace an invite, but as was my way, I kept my distance. It’s a combination of my skewed sense of chivalry and a shyness that most, except those who know me well, don’t believe exists.

● Demi Moore sold her memoirs to a publisher for $2 million dollars. Everyone will be disappointed when it's just a big coloring book for Ashton Kutcher. [Galleycat] ● Chris Brown will not be let into England because of his assault on Rihanna and subsequent criminal charges. Now he's going to beat up Elton John or David Beckham. [Celebuzz] ● Get a head start on reading takedowns of Lady Gaga's latest, the video for "Alejandro," with this one, which begs for a little more cohesion when it comes to the pastiche, but mostly a little more "something something." [Awl]

● Larry King asks Lady Gaga about her sexuality, death, and lupus, among other things. The hardest hitting journalism this side of Wendy Williams. [PopEater] ● One-hundred never-before-seen photographs of Andy Warhol by the likes of Robert Mapplethorpe and Annie Leibovitz will make their debut this weekend, where else, but in the Hamptons. [Runnin Scared] ● Sonja Morgan, the newest cast member on The Real Housewives of New York, was arrested for drunk driving. Welcome to reality, sweetie! [Celebuzz]

Unlike New York City, it's always sunny in Beverly Hills. Even in February, when the East Coast is reduced to a bleak tundra, our friends on the West Coast experience temperature dips that only approach 60°. Which then makes perfect sense for the Gagosian Gallery's Beverly Hills annex to open up its parking lot and make a post-modern novelty out of a night at the drive-in tomorrow. "Meet Me Outside" is a one-off event held to celebrate the gallery's latest exhibit "Meet Me Inside", in lieu of a staid cocktail reception. "Inside" features not only work from the pair of artists whose work together form the centerpiece of "Outside", but also that of Andy Warhol and Taryn Simon, among sixteen others. Using the work of Tom Sachs and Edward Ruscha, "Outside" attempts to re-create every part of the drive-in experience, from concession stand to feature film.

The blog Letters of Note contains just that--interesting bits of correspondence, obtained and scanned, from letter writers, telegrammers and faxers throughout history. The variation is crazy; it's got everyone from anonymous complaining comic book fans to Hunter S. Thompson, with the caveat "fakes will be sneered at" hovering on the left side to assure us they're all real. Today they've got a note from Andy Warhol, and it's, well, Warholian. Back in 1949, lil' Andy had just recently moved to New York and was already finding success as an illustrator. When asked to submit some biographical information to accompany his drawings in Harper's Magazine, he sent the following: