Well.. We all knew the freakishly mild weather couldn’t last and the humidity would be back eventually. Yesterday was sticky.

The restoration client called me in to take some photos of the new completed apartments they built into the old Shriner’s Temple.

It was nothing short of mind-blowing to see them done considering I was walking through the empty beat up shell not five months ago.

It’s hard to make empty apartments look appealing – but thanks to some thoughtful design on their architect’s behalf, I was able to do a bunch of planar studies.

I’d have to say, in a parallel dimension, I’d have my deposit down on one of these units. Maybe if I was 20-something again and over-gainfully employed. (*These hipster pads auntie in at over a thousand a month).

Actually – the fag bachelor pad-supreme are the two “Moulin Rouge” efficiencies which flank either side of the soon-to-be movie theater’s projection booth. They occupy what I assume was the ceiling area of a large lobby at one time. The walls in each of them are encrusted with elaborate decorative reliefs…. Unfortunately they were both were unphotographable in an un-furnished state, but took a few snaps anyway for my own edification… I caught myself daydreaming:

Answering the door with a red crushed velvet smoking jacket and fez on, (nothing else), cigarette holder in one hand, martini in the other. A huge gold bust of Ganish as my headboard, (complete with electrified, jeweled eyes of course), Moroccan pillows and cute circuit bears littered around the room and a 10-man-hookah for a coffee table centerpiece.

Then I snapped out of it and remembered the meter was running and I better get back to work.

Then I thought if I had a blog – that’d be a funny daydream to archive.