Basement Classroom

When you’re incoming’s piling up with paint chips, what’s one to do? Call in a sick?

The layout of the bins in an elevator office.

Below the factory floor is a network of hallways and tunnels, all flooded with water.

Beds line a basement room that is part way between the concepts of inside and outside. Boards and bricks were falling while I was photographing it—stay out.

Gloves hang in the basement of the former quality assurance labs.

I like to imagine this as an old-timey radio microphone.

On the left, the formula for the sintering mix was written (“mischungszusammenselzung”) to keep track of the jobs.

A whiteboard in the quiet turbine room lays it all out… you should sell.

A score keeping chalkboard underground in the armory’s firing range.