one of my friends, who lived in NYC in the 80’s and 90’s, told me that part of loving NYC is about accepting that it’s always changing
constantly
old buildings being torn down
new ones put up
Love it or Leave it: it’s the way it is.
it’s OK to be at peace with that
but a bit more difficult when it’s happening to specifically beautiful places
(oh, if i ever could have seen the old Penn Station..)
a good friend of mine lives in the Chelsea Hotel
and it’s like a middle-eastern land-grab here
all of a sudden
SILENT halls
and strange security goons in the lobby
art disappearing
and when i read shit on the internet about it
they say they’re getting a designer who works for Holiday Inn to come in and re-vamp the rooms
REALLY?
it was just bought by some Moroccan Jewish real estate mogul
he bought the Sear’s Tower! and a million other places
and i don’t really get Real Estate
but i understand collectors
and i know how people are when they want to posses shiny bobbles
and that’s what keeps the world turning
really
desire…
and change
but this place is so beautiful
in its ramshackle way
i’ve been hanging out in the pent-house and roof for the last few years
and it’s transformed my relationship with Chelsea
(which formerly i could not stand to be in)
i had a client in one of the rooms once
i don’t remember which
but i’ve been in a slew of rooms because of my friend who lives here
and they are all different
so many characters
and of course… stories
it’s horrifying to think of it all being made commercially acceptable
by some collector money grubbing douche who hires some fuckwit famous for Holiday Inn
Really?
well
that’s just the way the world turns
but it feels kinda horrible to be in
and know a way of life is ending
ah…
on to the next…
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