Deposed Chelsea Hotel Manager Emerges From Exile (Via Video)
Legendary hotelier Stanley Bard will deliver a videotaped "message of hope" tonight at the Museum of the City of New York.
Hear what the charismatic former manager of the embattled Chelsea Hotel has been up to since his controversial ouster last summer, what he thinks about the new management and ongoing eviction proceedings, as well as his vision for the future of the iconic 125-year-old lodge, of which he remains the majority owner.
Mr. Bard's remarks will follow a panel discussion with preservationist Edward Kirkland and writers Ed Hamilton, author of the 2007 book Legends of the Chelsea Hotel: Living with the Artists and Outlaws of New York’s Rebel Mecca, and Sherill Tippins, author of the forthcoming Dream Palace: The Extraordinary Life of the Chelsea Hotel.
The event starts at 6:30.
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You know that things are bad at the Chelsea when the residents all want the Bard's back, who nobody really liked in all the years that I lived there.
What a sad joke the past events keep turning out to be. Now this stupid 150th nonsense. David Elder playing "dress up" as patron-to-the-arts Stanley Bard. It's stomach-turning and creepy. Wasting his time and the hotel's money on this charade, spending millions ousting an old manager and a professional management company while the money should be spent keeping the hotel from FALLING APART.
This whole art event is a disaster; paying homage to an era that has been dead for decades. Someone should call the FDNY as the room 600 space is illegal for events. And the co-curators and collaborators are unconscionable. Elder truly is one of you. Living in the hotel without paying rent, and laying about "curating" (ha! just like prep-school rich kid Arthur "Nash" Rosenblatt) Ask a real artist like the one pushing the envelope in 1032 what he thinks about the hangers-on. Few real artists live in the Chelsea today, just dying has-beens and never-weres, trying to scrape a living by clinging to the aura of the hotel, and churning out books about the legends of the hotel that they neither witnessed nor helped create. All you no-talent residents not paying rent are just as bad - or worse - than Elder or Krauss. Same goes for the stock brokers and daddy's-girls, and millionaire gym magnates who hole-up in rent-controlled apartments on the upper floors, while sad old ladies live in squalor beside them. Ed, especially Troeller and her drunk-driving husband. - Stop kidding yourselves!