Poor little exploited Edie. It feels so uncomfortable pushing yourself against her by way of the camera. The camera is so indecently intrusive, that you literally assist at a merciless rape of an intimacy. And there she is, fragile and helpless, facing the incisive, deflowering perversion of the lens. I still cannot grasp why she ever agreed to be the subject of Warhol`s so overtly sadistic visual surgery.