Wow that is a lot of stairs going every which way.
Combine all the stairs with the stark tile floor and you start to get the feeling that you’ve seen this before…
If you’ve ever wondered what it would feel like to step inside an M.C. Escher drawing, this listing looks like a great place to find out.
And check out that curb appeal… Yii!!
Something about needing bars on the doors and windows isn’t very appealing.
First word that came to mind – “frenetic.” Then it came to mind again. And it kept coming to mind. Oh why won’t it stop coming to mind?! Oh, right… that damn checkerboard floor… All the stairs and assorted spaces might not be so bad if it weren’t for the damn checkerboard. If I wanna feel like I’ve had a dozen cups of espresso, I’ll have a dozen cups of espresso, dammit.
I dunno, maybe it’s meant to further deter break-ins? So if the bars on the doors aren’t enough, it’ll totally disorient anyone who manages to make it in uninvited? Speaking of doors, who the hell wants two big commercial style floor to ceiling glass entry doors – at street level – so any and everyone who walks by can ogle everything you do? Your Life as performance art, anyone? I can hear the little kids now, “Mommy, can I throw some peanuts to the naked monkeys?” Erg.
If the ogle factor were taken care of and the seizure inducing flooring were replaced, the space would be decent. It’s not my kind of thing, but it has some nice touches… without the flooring. An odd thing, though… google street view shows it doesn’t really look like a two story building. It barely looks like a story and a half. I already have issues with calling a ground floor space a “loft” (WTH?), but when the interior photos look too big for the exterior dimensions, I think we’re heading into TARDIS territory. And unless The Doctor comes with, there’s no way I’m getting on board.
@Emerald63: Tardis reference FTW! I did notice the typical listing photography that makes everything look bigger than it really is. Two “bedrooms” and two baths. The bedrooms are probably the landings. I had five cousins, 4 boys and a girl, that grew up in an old 1-bedroom farmhouse. My aunt and uncle made their bedroom in the parlor at the bottom of the stairs. The boys shared the bedroom upstairs. Their sister had a bed and a chest of drawers squeezed onto the landing. I wonder if that isn’t the case here. Not quite what The Doctor ordered.
I did also notice the fishbowl effect at the front of the place. The only windows are the kind of cityscape I would hope to get away from at home.
Ai yi yi! – which is all I can add, as you guys have said it so well. I suffer what used to be called DIMS (Doom Induced Motion Sickness, look it up): I can’t play, can’t watch, can hardly stay in the same room with a first person shooter game.
I could feel my cookies shifting at the first picture. I dare not look up there again.
I’d assume that this place is for sale because the owner is missing. In fact, everyone who ever went in there is probably still in there… possibly standing right in front of you, waving his or her arms in desperation.
It’s a freaking multidimensional roach hotel, and if the lister made it out, he either came in on a rope or he’s in cahoots with something else that lives there… and I bet it’s hungry.
@Anodean: About Paragraph No. 4….
~said between gasping for air from intense laughter~
Abso-freakin-lutely CLASSIC!!!
Maybe 20-30 years ago I used to bicycle past this building during Broncos games, hunting down traces of Denver’s former trolley and interurban sytems. I recognize the intersection on Google Maps. Come rush hour, that’s one busy road.
Back then you would have wanted the bars to be on *steel* doors, not glass- which is why I only rode around there during Broncos games; nobody in sight. :-D So the neighborhood has come up quite a bit since then, but that still doesn’t make me want to move there. Or IN there. Ouch.
@Paradox: Wow! Now I have to wonder whether it is actually creepier to discover, after long absence, that a building is still there rather than that it has been demolished. :D
@Anodean: Wasn’t creepy to see it, but it surprised me that it still exists since Denver has really built out over the past couple decades. It’s so nondescript, though, that if it had been demolished I wouldn’t have noticed it was missing.
Seeing it now, I particularly recognise the arched roof, which was there to give clear floor space without support columns. There were a lot of small mechanical shops in the area, which was convenient to the old railroad yards (which are mostly gone now). This was one of ’em.
When I was a small child, my father would occasionally take me with him to this neighborhood if he needed something available down there. Once we went to an auto battery shop to get a new one; Dad told the owner he wanted a “rebuilt” battery; at that point in history the battery rebuilding business was gone (and Dad knew it), but the shop owner proceeded to scrape the label off a new battery and sold it to us for about half price. I guess that tells you how many warranty replacements he had to make…
Nostalgia, that bed of nails… :-)