Our New York City bathroom, and I'm glad I'm seeing this from 1000 miles away. Our surgeon removed a bad renovation made by the previous owner and uncovered the original subway-style wall tiles and basket weave floor tiles from 1925. Unfortunately, it's all got to go. Co-ops get nervous when you disturb old pipes, so our renovation has to be minimal. I'm actually rather fond of the post-apocalyptic look. Maybe we should tell him to stop work now?
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Your bathroom bears a frightening resemblance to my apartment.
Umm. No. Keep going.
That's an interesting concept, but with the electrical wires hanging in the empty space, I think this might not be the best place to stop. Also, what to do without a toilet? (Please don't answer that question)
Hey, to each their own, but I'll be sure to hit the Starbucks restroom before I come over for a visit.
What a lovely bathroom. I think I saw it in a Hitchcock flick...or was it a Roger Corman picture?
if you must continue, can't you at least wait 'til i get a few buddies and my film crew in - shouldn't take more than a few hours of shooting.....
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