The turbine hall, without turbines. I guess that makes this a hall… at least it has a clock.
At noon, the lower skylights around the shops glow yellow-green, thanks to the flora blooming on the roof above.
Away from the rest of the plant–as if forgotten, or hiding–is this little stamp press. Yes, this is little by press standards.
On my first self-guided tour, the calculator was caught my eye because it was one of the few things left behind in the laboratories that filled the second floor. On my next trip, it had been smashed to pieces.
On the middle level of the Poacher House. For a detailed view of the chart see ‘See Reverse’.
Perhaps this office was for a film studio or music producer.
Cobbled walkways followed the assembly lines.
The glow from the city is bright enough to read by.
Behind the small stage is a hallway signed by practically every act that walked through its doors. There’s also a pair of palms. Since all the heat in the building collects in this area, it did seem more tropical.