Thursday, February 16, 2012

Chelsea Rooftop




So goes the ongoing battle for the hotel's rooftop.

all photos: 2007, my flickr











JAZ said...

Wow, a rooftop bar; How novel! Now Carrie Bradshaw finally has a reason to set foot in the Chelsea Hotel.

Anonymous said...

Funny that you frequently comment on the suburbanization of your New York such as in but this rural idyll for the cool kids gets a pass.

Perhaps if a bar is built here someone without the right connections will enjoy a glass of wine under the stars after a long week of work, and that will be the greatest tragedy.

Unknown said...

"But it was the roof, [Chelsea architect] Hubert suspected, that would most please the occupants of the Chelsea. Here, high above the dust and noise of the growing city, he had created a pleasure-ground for the residents’ private use..."

The roof was designed to serve the residents as a community space, and has served that important purpose for more than a century. Would you invite people to construct a commercial establishment in your back yard and have people getting drunk and partying outside your windows?

Anonymous said...

@anon 11:43

How do haphazard rooftop gardens created by tenants contribute to the suburbanization of the city?

Caleo said...

Anon 11:43- What in the hell are you talking about ?
You are obviously a Master of the Universe, or hope to be one someday soon, after a mind numbing journey through corporate hell that you call a career, all in the hope of getting to mingle and swing and enjoy a glass of wine with the " right " people on yet another rooftop lounge.
Your lame attempt at denigrating a wonderful rooftop garden in an historic building is laughable at best.

Anonymous said...

11:43 here...

I think it's a beautiful space... I was just struck by the contrast. The most mundane shit is decried as suburban on here... wearing sandals, walking and talking at the same time, not locking a bike, but here someone has recreated bit of the simple life and we all coo.

@Caleo - I am a lowly file clerk in khakis and a crumpled polo shirt from an unfashionable outer borough. It's funny that you feel entitled to comment on my career without knowing what it is.

I happen to love rooftops and open air bars, and I love that I can access them for the price of a glass of house red.

I must admit that I have little sympathy for NIMBYs who cannot move to another apartment because their stabilized rent is too cheap to match elsewhere.