letter from GARY INDIANA These things either need to be said or, let’s put it this way, anyone who isn’t saying something like them here these days is either too rich to see anything but Tiffany’s windows or too depressed to look outside. Dear Olivier, Are you not coming to New York, or have you been and gone? I decided against sending you anything for Purple Fashion because I didn’t get down to business with that transvestite travesty I wanted to commence…I’m right now editing the last batch of essays for the collection Basic Books is publishing AFTER the Warhol book, I want to get that wrapped up and “in the can” before summer’s end… My dear I miss Paris and I miss everything. New York is a hellhole during the summer although, for the first time in years, it’s also a ghost town in mid-July, as it used to be, which…