It doesn't take long to love every character in the documentary film Winter at Westbeth. After an opening shot of a classic New York City skyline, a busy downtown scene, then a lingering shot of Westbeth Artists Housing, an 18th century building where it all takes place, the first person we see is Ilsa Gilbert, a poet in her 80s. She's in a coat, gloves, pants and a woollen beanie, all in different shades of brown, fiddling with a loud speaker. She stands on Westbeth's rooftop reciting poetry for the New Yorkers below and her vibe sets the tone for the rest of the film.
"I am at Westbeth," she pronounces, "the dancers are upstairs, but I go all the way to the sky above them and look out over the Hudson. I could do a little dance, too, were I not anchored to the ground. Many want to live here in my bastion for bohemians, but only a few may do so: the lucky ones. Everything is disappearing, let us not follow suit."
Winter at Westbeth takes place in the rent-controlled building in New York's West Village: 385 apartments strictly for artists, it opened in 1970 and is the largest of its kind in the world. Only in New York, right? The residents appear to move in and stay put, and the three artists we follow in the film have been there for decades. All past the age of 70, Edith Stephens, a dancer and film-maker, Gilbert, the poet and playwright, and Dudley Williams, a renowned dancer, they each embody a sense of being eternally creative, something film-maker Rohan Spong was particularly drawn to when he eyed up Westbeth for his next project.
Spong, 35, on the phone from Melbourne where he lives, says he was in his early 30s when he started on the documentary, "I was struggling to make my own art, and I guess I wanted to know what would happen for the rest of my life, if I didn't give up, what sort of life would I lead and would I be happy, and Westbeth is such a positive outcome."