Stanley Bard, longtime manager of the Chelsea Hotel, died recently. With him died a hundred thousand stories of America. His workplace remains in limbo, but given the real estate market in New York City, we can be certain that Chelsea Hotel V. 3.9 will be glitzy and unintentionally ironic.
This photograph by Victoria Cohen, taken around the time the hotel closed its doors, captures the utilitarian romanticism of the place. (That last sentence was pure bullshit)