Andy Warhol carried a camera everywhere and took hundreds of thousands of photographs, treating his own life as raw material with the same cool, accumulative logic he applied to everything else. By the early 1970s the Polaroid had become his instrument of choice, and the six Holson family albums he assembled between 1972 and 1973 are as close as he ever came to a private record. There’s Mick Jagger, Truman Capote, Liza Minnelli; but also parties no one documented, the house in Montauk, his dachshund Archie, the everyday texture of an extraordinary life. —Elena Clavarino