Theresa_pic Filmmaker Theresa Duncan, a friend of the Chelsea Hotel and fellow blogger, has reportedly died.   The LA Observed reports that she killed herself in New York. Her boyfriend Jeremy Blake is reported missing. In her 2005 interview with us she talks about her favorite Hotel Chelsea story and speaks hopefully of a future that would include returning to the Chelsea.

Well, it’s a place that many legends passed through, and I’m very impressed that genius director Stanley Kubrick used to visit sci-fi author Arthur C. Clarke’s apartment here when they were making "2001," but my favorite story is the great night I spent with my boyfriend Jeremy Blake there.

It was in a vast and powerful snowstorm, and we had been dating three months or so. I remember before we went to bed we were making out in the window, looking out at the street filling up with snow, it was almost completely quiet and we were overlooking  the electric Chelsea Hotel sign, and how it was lit up and haloed by all this snow, and I remember later the wild noises that the hotel made late that night, like some madman in the basement playing a church organ made with the hotel’s old radiator pipes.
     Since that night we’ve been together ten years now, and Jeremy has had shows at the San Francisco Museum of Modern Art and the Whitney Museum and all over the world and I’ve written some stuff I’m really proud of and I’m about to make this great rock and roll film for kids….And our fantastic night in the Chelsea was the night of fireworks in December 1995 that kicked it all off.
We moved to L.A. in 2002 for work, but we’ll be back to make my film early next year and I’ve been thinking about us taking a place in the Chelsea for our eight month stay. It’s a good luck place for us and for our work.
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5 responses to “Filmmaker Theresa Duncan Reported Dead”

  1. Miss Avatar
    Miss

    I’m shocked. She was so gifted and so young.

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    Anonymous

    A friend emailed me today about Theresa and Jeremy. Theresa was accused of plagiarism in a article on perfume in Slate (there was one similar sentence). Theresa took a firestorm of criticism for that and, the friend says, for everything, but most of all because she was brilliant and beautiful and that combination is unforgiveable, and in love, which is capital offense. I thought I’d share the friend’s email, with her permission:
    “People think of eerily similar things, and even phrasing of those ideas, all the time. In fact, I believe this sort of concurrence is increasing. It is also possible Theresa just forgot the sentence came from somewhere else, as she — and all of us — are assaulted by a blizzard of information daily. I’ve seen my own published words show up elsewhere many times, but said nothing, suspecting I might be guilty too. Theresa Duncan was a brilliant and beautiful woman, which in today’s America is an invitation for all unhappy and less talented (or less daring) folks to go on the attack. She took an enormous amount of shit from people, and unfairly, while great criminals, elected and otherwise, go largely unpunished in our society. As you may know, she killed herself about a week ago and her distraught boyfriend, who found her body, then walked into the sea at Rockaway Beach and is missing and presumed dead. A waste of two young, gifted people too beautiful to survive this world. I’m inconsolable.”

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  3. noname Avatar

    There is something really wrong with this “double suicide”. I think Jeremy will show up. There’s more to this story.

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  4. Hallah John Paul Boltik Avatar

    The glow of the moon looks different tonight… sorrow… What a truly sad loss… for Life for Love for Art and for Art History. Theresa Duncan and Jeremy Blake were both exemplary artists.
    I am struck also by the post by Miss, as well as the comments of her friend, which Miss shares with us. I know nothing of the causation of the acts, only the affectation.
    So true, so deep, somehow, this loss, as deep or deeper now than many and most other I have ever felt. As deeply as if I have never felt… though I have…
    And I have felt deeply…
    In any place or time, suicide is such an incongruent event compared to the living of the lives of such a pair of souls as these. So bright, so now sadly fleeting, so intensely intent about their intentions and their work that one would count themselves remiss if they did not feel a brother and a sister lessened; one is somehow cheated, not by their final choice(s) even, but moreso by the grind of this world upon those creatives made in the image of The Creator, whatever one’s beliefs… they were creators, happily, sung, though sadly not nearly sung enough and sung so until now after, and I feel this same way for all those amongst us who go unsung.
    As a former east village artist of many years and an admirer of both of their artistic paths, I can only say as so many others can only say that I, too, am inconsolable. There is no more for myself, still in the land of the living that they have now departed, to say… their work will speak for them and for us and for all forever.
    God Bless You Both, Always,
    Sincerely,
    Hallah John Paul Boltik

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    Anonymous

    She posted in this blog in support of Stanley on June 16th when news of the takeover broke. With everything else she must have been going through, she still took time and care to thank Stanley. That says a lot about who she was.
    “Terrible news, I have had a bit of anticipatory anxiety about this for years…..
    They are turning the Puck Building, where my office was for five years into condos.
    Happy Birthday Stanley, you are one of the low gods of New York City.
    God bless you Chelsea Hotel, you brought me good luck and big love.”
    God bless you, Theresa. Souls like yours are rare.

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