The Hotel Chelsea

I loved this place. Art everywhere and music spilling out of all the rooms. I stayed here my first two nights in ny. I had a david lynch moment at 4.30am on my first night. You couldn't get a more perfect place to have a david lynch moment! From a deep sleep I woke up to the sound of an old fashioned telephone ringing with a long pause in between the rings. For a couple of seconds I had absolutely no idea where the hell I was and what the hell was happening. When I realised I was in ny and at the chelsea I was happy. It was good news. My bag that didn't come out on the carousel at the airport (I was told that it was somewhere in america) had finally arrived in ny and was dropped off, back in my possession, cameras and all. Ahh, the relief, I now had clothes.