An employee lunchroom with every door and window covered in vented steel.
And I forget just why I taste / Oh yeah, I guess it makes me smile / I found it hard, it’s hard to find / Oh well, whatever, never mind (Nirvana, “Smells Like Teen Spirit”)
In this photo you see three lives of Lyric: 1.) The Art Deco murals showing the Vaudeville background; 2.) The suspended ceiling put in when the building was converted for film; 3.) The explorers, photographers and others who worked in and on the building before its final demolition.
In this old repair shop, vines fall from the rotting roof to meet mossy concrete. Even though it had been dry for days, water dripped in from the roof to make permanent puddles between workstations. It was full of color and sound and industry and nature.
The side of the administration building. Around the side was a sign instructing potential employees to return on set days and times.
A new loading shed to fill train cars.
A vintage X-Ray machine in the oldest section of the hospital.
The surgical suite was flooding.
This sawtooth roof collapsed months later under the weight of an early snow.