After work today I was struck by an overwhelming urge to cry. Stress is building in some parts of my life and I am probably PMS-ing, so I thought I would go to the Rothko Chapel and (if nobody was around) have a good cry and just get it out of my system. On the way to the chapel, I had a better idea. I stopped and took some pictures of some old apartments that have been fascinating me for as long as I can remember.
They are in much worse shape than I thought they were, but their decay is still incredibly beautiful to me. Maybe because I feel a bit decayed myself today. The patina on the copper porch covers is still beautiful. Somebody put a lot of effort into the design and building of these apartments - which is probably the only reason they are still standing in a city that seems to revel in tearing down its own history.
Is this story for real this time? I have a friend that lives in these apartments, and has heard this story many times before. For those that have never seen these apartments, they are really nice on the inside. The tenants have always been able to do whatever to the inside, as long as they made to improvements to the exterior. The interior of the apartments are very decorative, with aluminum(?) stair railings and other deco touches. Unfortunately, lack of maintenance has taken its toll and they need to be torn down. The owner actually still lives on the property, and his sister owns the property across the street (Fiesta center). They have supposedly (second hand info here) been in an argument for years, and has kept the apartments around just to spite his sister. Maybe BS but it sounds interesting.