In what has turned into a kind of industrial courtyard between four ovens some people have posted their tags. X was here.
Whoever did this: good job. You get it.
Jef throws open the back door of an alley for the trailing photographers and historians.
Don Crist ’83. Brick Graffiti Series.
A skyway 100 feet above this office crumbled one day. This is what happened when those two met. High-impact love.
This is my favorite wallpaper in the whole hotel.
This was taken before the top of the docks really started to rot-out; now this stretch past the crane is distinctly unsafe to cross. Still, you can’t beat the view of Dock #2 winding into the distance, where the approach is chopped-off before the yard used to extend.
All electrical rooms were surrounded by walls, for obvious reasons. Now all the walls are gone, for reasons less obvious.
“See anything?” “No, just more of it.” “How much to go?” “Oh god–we’ve only seen about 10%.” “Guess we should keep moving then…”