Have you ever had a martini at the Hotel Chelsea? The Manhattan landmark where Patti Smith and Leonard Cohen lived in the walls, passing through with the likes of Mark Twain and Bob Dylan. I’m not trying to name drop. I’m trying to key into the mythology that a great artist can bring to a few walls and some flashy carpet. The kind of vibrancy that lives on through stories of who has been there before.
The idea that I might get a little Dylan residue on my glass, perhaps catch the right inspiration to write my own Girl from the North Country equivalent, is what brought me there.
In this day and age, that kind of lore is difficult to replicate. What we more commonly see is the Scandi Pinterest board copy, or the Luca Guadagnino Call Me By Your Name dreamscape, painted through identical sets of linen pretending to be unique. I blame this largely on social media. Perhaps we have momentarily lost our touch for going somewhere in the hope of finding a brilliant story or interaction, rather than simply locating the same frame we have already seen on TikTok.
So when I received an email from The EVE in Surry Hills inviting me to experience their new Art House program, starring inaugural artist Louise Olsen, a celebration of Australian art designed to bring people to the hotel not just to sleep but to be amongst beauty, I hoped it might grant a similar glory to one of the greats.
Last week, during the Sydney Film Festival, I stayed. It was a chance to take in Sydney winter within their impressively curated walls, made even more striking by Art House, created alongside creative consultancy and cultural platform Arts Matter. Side note: their style and fashion editor Lynn Mathathu may just be one of the most gorgeously dressed human beings I’ve seen walking the Australian foreshore in a long while.
Back to what I was saying…
I will be frank: the hotel sits within a precinct that someone like me, who adores the lived-in smut and glamour of somewhere like the Chateau Marmont, is naturally suspicious of. Throw in the nearby Coles and a few cafes that could, at first glance, be Canva-manufactured, and it takes some convincing to believe there might be a little magic hiding underneath.
And yet I couldn’t deny the whispers I’d heard about the glory of The EVE. I wanted to understand what was innately special about this place beyond being a hot topic.