chelsea girls alive in the glory of manhattan. all unsophisticated innocence and curiosity. building their dream worlds. marble fireplaces, exposed brick and champagnes. vintage gold mirrors imported from france, candle operas, wax dripping, fresh white sheets and little fires.

a few lovers, but none she claims. the city is a chelsea girl’s first love. her mind is filled with literature and ideas for paintings, she forgets her appearance.

she plays dress up every morning, in this queendom, she learns to stop dressing for men. she fills herself up- a worthy companion, someone to contend with.

spiral staircases, and secret gardens. sculpture studios and metal work tables. physicists and artists all come knocking at her door.

she holds a home inside her, she is compassion.

she is woman.

she is a chelsea girl.