Go To The Chelsea Hotel Dressed As Bob Dylan

by Ross Kenneth Urken · October 22, 2010

    Leonard Cohen songs be damned; the Chelsea Hotel is being sold! But before that deal comes to fruition, here are some tips on how to hit up El Quijote, that storied tapas joint, dressed as your favorite old-timey patron:

    Before the deal goes through--and Janis Joplin rolls in her grave--we want to revive the spirit of a New York that once was and tell you how to revive that funky, storied time of yore.

    _ You could pull off the Andy Warhol:

    Andy Warhol

    Affect some wispy whiteness to your hair with curiously darkened roots. Stare somewhat vacantly throughout the whole night and wear your favorite turtleneck. Pluck your eyebrows excessively wide to create a palette for expressions of great artistic consternation above the bridge of your nose. Imbue yourself with the mystical Factory Party vibe by bringing along some groupies and a random Edie Sedgwick-look-a-like.

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    _ Arthur Miller

    Arthur Miller

    He lived in the Chelsea Hotel in the 1960's and penned the play "After the Fall" within its walls. Show up nerdily bespectacled with a distant gaze and a buxom-Marilyn Monroe-look-alike dangling off of your arm. Sport a blazer--tweed, preferably-- and lodge a copy of The Crucible under your arm.

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    Bob Dylan

    Bob Dylan

    Show up with an I-don't-give-a-what-what Blue Steel smolder, a motley mop of slightly fro-ed hair and your garden variety of black-hip-leathery-suede clothing. Hang a cig from your mouth, or store it behind your ear for Greaser-esque dramatic effect. Swing an acoustic geee-tar  'round your back and speak in a gravely mumble of folksy, recondite lyrics.

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    Patti Smith

    Patti Smith Be badass and grow your hair out super long; tilt your chin upwards in supreme what-now disdain. Remain stoic at the door as your try to get a table and leave your leather jacket slightly slung over your right shoulder.

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    Can you channel the minutia of this New York era before the Chelsea Hotel changes hands?

    [Via BeliefNet, AllynScura,NeverGetOutoftheBoat, J.W. Anderson]