Many years ago...in a town far away, my partner Ian and I moved into a delightfully dilapidated 3 story "apartment". Actually it was a 3 story building with a tattoo parlor on the first floor and 4 individual apartments above and behind. After we chased all of the current tenants out (thank you police department) we took over the entire building and went to work turning it into a pretty amazing living and party space. I apologize upfront for the quality of these photos...it's 1994 and megapixels weren't invented yet.
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| The 2nd Floor Landing. Ian had a window fetish. |
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| The Greek Room. Exposed plaster and sepia. Also my office. |
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| Master Bedroom. Yes, a puzzle bed that came apart in 9 pieces for party seating! |
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| Let me tell you what a pain those poke dots were! Not painted, wood circles nailed to the wall!!! |
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| The Garden Room. He did the painting. I cut the hole in the wall to the Kitchen! |
That's it for now. I'll post more later. I can't take credit for any of the design choices here, it was all Ian. At the ripe old age of 25, I couldn't have visualized any of this. I was just the muscle...lifting and cutting and wielding a sledge hammer.
I have to say tho, when it came time to renovate my church, a lot of what he taught me played a very major role in it's design and construction.
Ian, I miss you and I will always be grateful for you teaching me that, "No matter what happens, you can always paint over it!" Rest in peace.
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