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!