****disclaimer: although seemingly a digression from my usual menu of love, the blog below was written in a divine state of the most exquisite & forgiving & non-judgmental appreciation of everyone concerned****
regardless what you all may be thinking, being in The Love Artist entourage does not guarantee entrance to all of the coolest parties in nyc. i know, i know, hard to believe
after the opening at the Chelsea, pdaddy & i (& the rest of our entourage: holly jee & matt & my daughter mara & her friends & assorted other essentials) were denied entrance to the Star Lounge (obviously a grave misnomer) . . . let me clarify – i, the Love Artist, was, of course, given a little business card that read ARTIST that gave me full access to the bar & it's liquor but no amount of adorable cajoling could get any of those sweet muscle guys at the door to believe that my group/family/loved ones were the art itself & therefore an imperative ingredient to the evening of art being heralded below . . . or whatever it was that happening in the magical kingdom below
ps . . . pdaddy & holly jee & I squeezed in much later (the kids, pout, went off to eat cupcakes somewhere & my poor matty left in his altered love state to take the subway to astoria) after the shadow of love's darkness team at the door lost their imperial power & it was decided that the $50 cover fee could be lowered arbitrarily to $10 (neither pdaddy or holly jee paid this awkward fee I am happy to report) & the open bar of course still open but in a completely other kind of way . .
we all thrashed around together on the dance floor, pdaddy was encouraged (by the love artist) not to take his shirt off, holly jee got lucky with a smartypants burlesque babe & the love artist got just the tiniest bit moody because, of course, it was way past her bedtime & she was fairly altered & somewhat hyper-sensitized (much like matt, i am sure) by a whole lotta lovin & much to her chagrin, she really can't tolerate even the tiniest smidgen of alcohol . .
she was, however, able to convince the fancy mr pdaddy to spend the night in rm 322 at the hotel Chelsea & sequestered him away & was able to reserve the bed by the window long before the lost boys & girls returned . . .
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THE ULTRA FAMOUS INCREDIBLY CHIC CHELSEA HOTEL BAR
from the hotel Chelsea blog (circa 2005)
There's a nightclub in the basement of the Hotel Chelsea. Most everybody who lives in the hotel would rather have a laundry room, or something practical, but instead we've got a trendy nightclub where hardly any of us ever venture. (A real A list place. I saw Monica Lewinski go in there!) I went in Serena's once just to see what it looks like, and—surprise!--it looks exactly like a basement, with low ceilings and exposed pipes. But besides that, it's nicely decorated, in red and black like a lot of clubs these days. I have to admit they did a good job with it, under the circumstances.
The club was started by Serena—I forget her last name—who actually lived here for a time, maybe she still does, in order to cash in on the hipster cache of the Chelsea. Serena herself no longer owns the club, however. She sold it, hopefully for big bucks.
One night recently, a thin, pretty, young blond woman, in Manolo Blahnik heels and a sexed up dress, burst through the front door of the hotel, and came running frantically up to the desk. "Please don't send hotel guests to my club!" the woman said, hysterically. She was apparently the hostess at Serena's.
"People come downstairs and ask where the bar in the Chelsea Hotel is," the desk clerk said, matter-of-factly, "and so I give them directions to Serena's."
"Oh, my God! Please don't do that anymore!" the woman shrieked. "There's who's already been drinking! And he's wearing a Kentucky Wildcats sweatshirt! . . . .
Dear Love Artist,
Is it strange that what you were saying about the need to grow is exactly what I’ve been thinking about recently too? After all what else can you do? You asked for participants experiences after the Chelsea Hotel and I wanted to remember mine, hope I this counts. I remember that during my date you told me about how Mr. Daddy turned up at the yoga class you were teaching. How he was the only student in your class and you ended the session with the corpse position.I was so high after my date with you that I knew I had to come down and so I thought I would try to find William Blake’s grave and do something similar.I walked through Hoxton Square and I met an all night party person and he asked me what had I been taking because he wanted some. There was an Indian wedding at the town hall and women dressed in brightly colored saris and men garlanded with flowers. I got to Bunhill Fields thinking that I would only be able to make an approximate guess at the location of the grave because the graveyard has been turned into a recreational park. But that it didn’t matter because my intention was so strong.
There was a group of people around a chessboard by the gardener’s hut drinking coffee. I wandered towards them and told them about my love appointment and that I wanted to lie on Blake’s grave but that I would just have to improvise the location. The gardener told me I wouldn’t have to guess because the exact grave location had just been found and he took me to a place that was marked with a penny. He invited me to join them for coffee after I had finished. I lay on the grave and in my minds eye I saw two angelic pillars of golden light spring up around me on either side. I had the notion that it was as if these angels didn’t want to show their full amazing presence incase it scared me. Needless to say I was higher than ever and I felt the compulsion to jump up and have the coffee. I sat and chatted with the group of people and over head a butterfly circled. I thought that it would be funny if it landed on me and of course it did. Right on my hand! We all met up later and Mr. Daddy said the butterfly thing was auspicious.
Oh, and I had a dream about you the other night. You were holding me in your arms in the kind of embrace that you know is mutual, exhilarating, tender, genuine, nurturing, fills you with life, love etc. I was in bliss and though I knew I was one of many I also knew I was the only one. It was transient but I thought I want to feel more like this more of the time.
I love you love artist.
Fran x
Posted by: fran | October 09, 2007 at 03:58 PM