The Hotel Chelsea

The Chelsea. An eclectic and electricicon in a city brimming with icons. 

Written. Wolfe. Twain. 
Shouted. Vicious. Pop.
Whispered. Kerouac. Cohen. 
Sang. Dylan. Hendrix. 

 Too alive with tall tales, deep secretsand notable guests not to photograph.

New York City. Even in the most seen city, there is adventure in chasing a what-might-be-around-the next-corner feeling. My favorite work is often something that catches me in the moment, scratching the itch of the unexpected in an obscure corner of an unknown town, or on the West Side of Manhattan. I wasn’t planning on it, but the Chelsea was spinning tales that I had to listen to.

– Cade Martin