What makes it even more adorable within that perception is that they were clearly doing something financial that required all those low-tech files, desk space, and storage. I’m guessing that it really was an old-school social and philanthropic club dedicated to raising and donating money to charities, whose membership slowly aged out. I sadly note signs that the meeting rooms haven’t been used in a while, and wonder if the place has been respectfully held by some conservator until the last of the members passed, and who is now in the process of dissolving it.

Godspeed, old faux hunting club guys.

The space is awesome. Turning this into a private dwelling wouldn’t be too difficult, especially since the materials already lend it loads of ambiance. Just so long as the elevator doesn’t regularly stop working, I definitely want in on this one. :)

I am so admiring the ceiling banners, each one presumably the commemorative relic of some bygone triumph, real or imagined. They inspire me to whip up a large collection of colorful, highly personalized commemorative trophies of my own. The high ceiling of my workroom-cum-den would be perfect, with plenty of room for the future. And gold fringe. Lots of it.

If only I could imagine someone asking me about them, but I fear everyone around me has learned not to do that.