Personality goes a long way, Jules said it, and it’s true.
This is the case for the building my studio is in. It’s in The City, it used to be an office block, at some point, hopefully not too soon, it will be an hotel. It’s a mess but it has bucket loads of personality.
In the basement the Hare Krishna organisation has a base. That’s pretty weird.
The common areas are unapologetically grubby. They take grub to another level, however, they have a charm all of their own. You just don’t see that degree of mess often, everywhere is so designed these days.
Six weeks ago I would definitely have voted for a refit, now I’m not so sure.
On some floors artists have created indoor shantytowns, walls made of crates and found items. Plastic sheeting used to create areas that look perfectly set up for a bloody murder, I hope it’s just a messy painter. I don’t like to ask.
Fabulous feral creatives working from ramshackle cells, guarded by aggressive looking art works. There’s a penis with headphones on, I wonder if that helps men with hearing loss?
In amongst all of this shenanigans is a pristine, mirrored, carpeted, fringe curtained, oasis of fashion that’s all mine.
I love it.
The views from the dirty windows are spectacular.
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