Surprise! Glennon got an early holiday gift in the form of a wanted poster pasted in the elevator. It’s a good thing to as he was getting really jealous over all of the attention being paid to David Elder. If I remember correctly the reward was higher for Elder – a bunch of virgins or something. But then again he was guilty of leg humpin whereas Glennon is only a snitch (he ratted out a resident to the cops for supposedly smoking pot, something we still find hard to believe has happened at a place like the Chelsea).
Living with Legends
Hotel Chelsea Blog
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10. “Hotel Management For Dummies”9. Dapper Dan hair pomade8. Lawyers, guns and money (to get him out of here)7. Goldfish heads, dog poop, and a wanted poster, just like David Elder6. Margarita mix5. A fan to clear out residents’ pot smoke, and a battering ram to bust down scofflaws doors4. A hot line to the nearest police precinct3. A play date with all the building’s unsupervised children2. Free replacement therapy at the Pod Hotel
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We hear that the annual toy drive hosted by the David Barton Gym was a great success this year. Photographer Linda Troeller attended and reports that there were tons of toys and an overflowing crowd.
(Thanks to Linda for the photos.)
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As you can see by this year’s holiday employee list, Glennon Travis, the man lately posing as manager of the Chelsea, has had the unparalleled audacity to actually suggest that residents send him a holiday card (presumably filled with money), to reward him for his services for the past half-year. This is unprecedented in the annals of hotel mismanagement for at least two reasons: first, management traditionally doesn’t go begging like this (aren’t they paid enough?); and second, Glennon treats people like dirt, refusing to take resident’s concerns seriously. For him to actually think anyone would reward him for his “services” means that he is either living in some sort of hip hotel fantasy land, or else he wants to try to shake down residents and make them feel like they had better pay him off if they want any heat this winter. But don’t worry, this doesn’t mean that you shouldn’t give Glennon his just deserts this holiday season. Send in your gift suggestions and we’ll compile a top 10 list.
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Bettina had never allowed us into her apartment before, but the painter Robert Lambert described
it as a bat cave, with narrow corridors winding through piles of papers and boxes that stretched almost to the ceiling. Hotel workers couldn’t get in to repair the radiator, and so Bettina, who lacked the physical strength to move the boxes around, had to heat the place with electric space heaters.“But you’ve gotta see it now,” Robert told me recently. “It’s been totally transformed. Now it’s a museum. It’s beautiful.”
And so it is. It turned out that those papers and the contents of those boxes represented a lifetime of work in painting, photography and sculpture. Now, the inessential carted away, and the bulk of the work neatly sorted and stored on newly erected shelving units, the more spectacular pieces can finally once again be properly displayed in all their glory in Bettina’s large, wide-open, airy studio.
The change came about due to the timely intervention of Sam Bassett, a documentary film maker who recently moved into the Chelsea. Sam is documenting the life and work of several of the Chelsea’s older residents, and as part of his project on Bettina, he enlisted a crew of volunteers to clean and restore the artist’s live/work space. He came down and filmed us as we toured the rooms.
“In her work, Bettina seeks to reveal the Noumenon [the mystical aura or spiritual substance] in the Phenomenon,” Sam says, revealing that Bettina takes inspiration from the writings of spiritualist guru P.D. Ouspensky’s Tertium Organum, an influence she shares with another of Bassett’s subjects, poet and mystic Ira Cohen.
Sam’s goal, now almost fully realized, is to provide Bettina with a proper living, working space
again, as well as a place where she can showcase her art, so that critics and the public can view the artistic treasures that have been buried away for all these years. The next step in the process, Sam says, is to engage a knowledgeable person to archive Bettina’s huge collection of photographs and papers, with the ultimate aim of finding a gallery or museum to stage a long overdue retrospective of her work.Highlights of the newly reopened Institute include: Bettina’s marble sculptures which she made while studying in Italy in 1970 (the curved surfaces were cut with a straight blade using a special technique); her non-Euclidean wooden sculptures from the Watergate era, reminiscent both of space-age forms and simple clam shells; her splash paintings, representing her frustration with corporate structures, which somehow morph into organic, calming forms; her series of photographs, from the early 80s, of the same square of concrete
beneath her window as various people walk by; her folded paper sculptures; her non-converging line paintings and sculptures, and her large print of a dandelion leaf that looks like a Japanese character, its poignancy increased by Bettina’s revelation that it was plucked from the grave of her father. A series of photographs comments on the relation of the city’s buildings to its people, showing the similarity in their forms in an attempt to bridge the gap that alienates New Yorkers from the surroundings that physically dwarf them. And in a boxed series of photos, a man unloads boxes from a pallet, the resulting creation coming to look oddly similar to one of Bettina’s own sculptures, as the life of the street comes to mirror Bettina’s own inner reality that she has in turn recreated in her art.Bettina’s life’s work is extensive and varied, but all her pieces demonstrate, as the name of her institute suggests, the whiff of the spiritual that lies just beneath the surface of the mundane, animating and invigorating what would otherwise be lifeless and ultimately uninteresting phenomenological forms. The rebirth of Bettina’s
Institute for Noumenological research was long overdue, and restores to the Chelsea an important and vital—and still ongoing–part of its glorious history in the magic realm of the creative arts. It also helps us to better understand and appreciate a beloved and integral member of our Chelsea community.Bettina certainly enjoys the renewed attention, and was spry, smiling and seemed years younger when we visited her studio last week. When asked to describe Sam’s filmmaking techniques, she said, “He inserts himself into your life and then films the results,” becoming a part of the finished creation. However he does it is OK with us. But for Sam, it was clearly a labor of love, as he reveals that he had to sit outside Bettina’s door for two months before she would let him into her room. Highlights of the as yet unfinished documentary include a scene where Sam skateboards down 23rd street with shelves purchased
from Home Depot, and—what’s sure to be the highlight of the film—footage of Sam repeatedly carrying Bettina up a hill at the Strom King Japanese sculpture garden. I can’t wait to see that.
Oh, and by the way, hotel workers, now able to gain access, recently installed a brand, spanking new radiator in Bettina’s studio. Now it’s warm and toasty in there, so Bettina doesn’t have to sit around in her coat anymore. -
For our reade
rs in Paris, Martine Barrat’s exhibition “Harlem In My Heart” runs through January 6th, 2008 at the Maison Européenne de la Photographie in Paris, France. It features photographs from Barrat’s four decades documenting life in Harlem, New York City’s cradle of African-American culture, and marks the first time many of the images have been shown. (Photo: Harlem, NYC by Martine Barrat)
And in London, Ira Cohen’s famous mylar images which he created in the late 60’s in his loft on the Lower East Side, New York City are on display at the October Gallery through January 26, 2008. Among the artists reflected in his mirror were John McLaughlin, William Burroughs, Jimi Hendrix and Angus Maclise. A culmination of the photographer’s fascination with the mirror, these photographs come from the very heart of the mirror from the fabled other side. (Photo: Ira Cohen, Jimi Hendrix, 1969, Pigment Print, 76 x 102 cm, Ed 10.)Finally, here in New York, stop by the David Barton Gym’s annual toy drive on Tuesday, December 11 from 8:30 to 11:30 p.m.
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In an interview with Paul Hawkins, former Chelsea Hotel resident Joe Ambrose says that the Chelsea’s heyday was over long ago (see my recent essay for a rebuttal) and that we’re all just a bunch of rich, whiney cry babies who should shut up and move out. Well, I know I’m filthy rich, and certainly my apartment is the size of an upper middle class family home, and if whining means fighting to keep the Chelsea from becoming just another high-priced apartment building for bond traders, then I guess I’m guilty of that as well. What do the rest of you think?
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One of our fellow Bohemians recently alerted us that “manager” Glennon Travis called the police because
he imagined that someone was smoking pot in the hallway. Reportedly, the cops showed up but didn’t consider the situation life threatening and left without doing anything. (I hope they expressed their annoyance to Glennon for wasting their time.) With all of the responsibilities involved in running a large hotel, our question is: Doesn’t Glennon have anything better to do than hassle people? We also hear that he’s got time to patrol the halls looking for unattended animals. If Glennon wants to put on his Sherlock Holmes hat (better skip the pipe), maybe he can solve the mystery of who’s been swiping pieces of our famous staircase.
Glennon’s Gestapo tactics are an outrage, to say the least, since the Chelsea has always been a bastion of the live-and-let-live attitude. People come from around the world to breathe the Chelsea’s famous “air” of freedom. I wonder how beach bum Glennon would like it if we took his margaritas away from him? If we find out where you can purchase that tee-shirt, we’ll let you know. You may be able to add other slogans such as "Animal Patrol" or "Why Does Everybody Hate Me?" Ed Hamilton
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In a recent article in The New York Sun, experts are quoted projecting a glut in the number of new hotel rooms coming onto the New York market in the next few years. One of the Chelsea Hotel overlords, Richard Born, foresees doom and gloom for the hospitality industry in New York City. “There will be a lot of pain…” Born said. “…I am very worried about the fate of the hotel industry over the next two to four years…” He predicts “a potential 50% decrease in projected gross revenues and a near total wipeout of operating profits.” Born thinks that visitation to the city will soon level off and that “…we will see an enormous plunge in room rates.” If Born really believes this to be case, then why is BD Hotels trying to create more transient rooms here at the Chelsea Hotel? Perhaps a better solution would be to take in more permanent tenants.
Besides that, aren’t Richard Born and Ira Drukier partially responsible for the glut? How many hotels have they developed in Manhattan recently? I guess they don’t mind a little pain.
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Back in the nineties I used to run into Abel Ferrara frequently, marveling at him as he lumbered around the hotel, a paper-bagged bottle of Bud in one hand, and usually accompanied by one or more beautiful women. A larger than life character if there ever was one, when I talked to Abel recently he said he had only just begun to read Charles Bukowski, which struck me as ironic, because he’s a
Bukowskian figure to be sure. (In a story that may or may not be apocryphal, my friend said he ran into Abel in the Hamptons one time, and when he said he liked his movies, Abel punched him in the stomach!) Being a director rather than a writer, Abel’s got prettier women than Bukowski, that’s all.
Though I never spoke to him back then, I knew Abel by reputation, as I was a big fan of his gritty depictions of the dark side of New York, in films like The King of New York, The Bad Lieutenant, and my personal favorite, The Addiction.
If ever anyone could make a film that does justice to the Chelsea Hotel, it’s Abel. And so it was with a sense of excited expectation that I witnessed Abel, like a whirlwind force of nature, descending upon the hotel, barking orders to his crew in his thick Bronx accent.
The first time I ran into him on his present visit was when he was filming actress Elizabeth Pugh, who used to live down the hall from me. I was sitting out on the fire escape watching the sunset when Abel popped his head out the window and sat his ubiquitous Bud-in-a-bag outside to keep cool. “Come on out,” I said. But when he saw me he quickly retrieved his Bud. I guess I looked like somebody who might be getting rather thirsty.The film is to be a documentary, replete with interviews of the famous and obscure denizens of this bohemian flophouse, past (we’ve seen Viva around the place recently) and present, but also with dramatized (perhaps fictional) scenes set around the hotel. Abel says it’s going to be a sort of love letter to the Chelsea.
Early one Sunday morning, running into Abel on my way out for coffee, I asked him what some of the dramatized stories were going to be about. “Well, gotta have Sid,” he replied. “Yeah, I had to have Sid in my book too,” I said. We agreed that the trick is to tell the story in a unique way, from a fresh perspective, instead of just recounting the same boring details of the slaying.
Early on in the shooting, Abel’s huge crew jammed into our tiny room to film Debbie and I in all our Bohemian splendor. When the equipment was all set up and Abel finally swept into the room, the first thing he did was to complement us on, of all things, making our bed—apparently some of the people he had interviewed before us hadn’t bothered! After that Abel was all over the place, running in and out, talking more than asking questions, and the interview seemed to have no rhyme or reason. But that was standard Abel, engaging and entertaining, and it was a lot of fun to work with him. As with all of Abel’s movies I’m sure there is method to the madness, and he’ll sort through all this material and give us an important and gripping historical record of the end of an era at the Chelsea Hotel.Scenes from Abel Ferrara’s Chelsea on the Rocks, a layered, lyrical portrait of the hotel- including 50 interviews with former and current residents, re-enactments and archival footage.
Bijou Phillips and Adam Goldberg in character as, guess who?
(Some of the real stars of the movie hanging out on the set. Photo courtesy of Linda Troeller.)








