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Abandoned Packard Plant, Detroit

Abandoned Packard Plant, Detroit





Stairwell, Brooklyn Spent last weekend in jail, downtown Brooklyn. Photographing abandoned spaces can be dangerous business. You run into the wrong security guard and you find yourself facing felony assault with bite marks on your leg. I guess that’s all I can say until September. Woop. I got good friends. Marshall what an ending! I didnt expect less from u. Haha u rule it ! Dumbest thing on earth… I hope it wasn’t that terrible and that they treated u well. We love u so fucking much! Listen to your fucking french mom from now!!! We are on the plane and wanna tell you one more time what a fucking dumbass you are and a fucking incredible friend! -Alice, Friend I didn’t get to say goodbye to her and Xavier; my lovely roommates who made this Summer so enjoyable. Sorry I missed you. The man is keeping me down. Hey man, my mom said she talked to your mom a couple of days ago and she asked if I was still in NY cuz you really needed my help? I’m not sure what she’s talking about, but let me know. -Ronnie, Cousin Bro. Are you in Jail? - Jae, Friend Oh Boy. So yr in jail. Ok. If you want me to come home tonight just fuckin say when kid. On my way back to bk. I sure hope you ain’t still in lockup. - Lara, Complicated friend And this. So sweet. me and jae been on the hunt for you. pleeease let us know when you can that yr in 1 fucking piece and not in too much trouble!!! -Lara, again.

Stairwell, Brooklyn

Spent last weekend in jail, downtown Brooklyn.

Photographing abandoned spaces can be dangerous business. You run into the wrong security guard and you find yourself facing felony assault with bite marks on your leg. I guess that’s all I can say until September. Woop. I got good friends.

Marshall what an ending! I didnt expect less from u. Haha u rule it ! Dumbest thing on earth… I hope it wasn’t that terrible and that they treated u well. We love u so fucking much! Listen to your fucking french mom from now!!! We are on the plane and wanna tell you one more time what a fucking dumbass you are and a fucking incredible friend!

-Alice, Friend

I didn’t get to say goodbye to her and Xavier; my lovely roommates who made this Summer so enjoyable. Sorry I missed you. The man is keeping me down.

Hey man, my mom said she talked to your mom a couple of days ago and she asked if I was still in NY cuz you really needed my help? I’m not sure what she’s talking about, but let me know.

-Ronnie, Cousin

Bro. Are you in Jail?

- Jae, Friend

Oh Boy. So yr in jail. Ok. If you want me to come home tonight just fuckin say when kid. On my way back to bk. I sure hope you ain’t still in lockup.

- Lara, Complicated friend

And this. So sweet.

me and jae been on the hunt for you. pleeease let us know when you can that yr in 1 fucking piece and not in too much trouble!!!

-Lara, again.





Xavier at the Summit, Central Station, Detroit We swept it; we covered 16 stories of abandonment. Michigan Central Station was designed by Warren and Wetmore in 1913, the same architects behind New York’s Grand Central. Both monstrous stations went up the same year, so you can’t help but think W&W stretched themselves pretty thin. I guess it’s apparent where the focus was: 42nd and Park…shouldn’t it be? Detroit was doomed from the start. The station’s placement alone is baffling. The concourse at ground level was big, and maze-like. It took about 30 minutes to find a means for getting elevated, but we knew the roof was accessible. Deathtraps disguised themselves as functional stairwells. Offices looked like pillbox bunkers. Elevator shafts were uncomfortably black…elevators weren’t doing shit for you. It was a funhouse. Once walls, now sweeping vistas. Once hallways, now catwalks. Once ceilings, now floors… etc… everything misplaced. We got to the top - took us about 3 hours - and we sat; we fucking enjoyed it. So you have this picture. The air was cleaner up there. We took breath. We smoked. Click. Curiosity wears you out in a place like this. Going up floor by floor, scouring each for a revelation, refusing to believe no two layouts are the same (even though most were). But the top was the exception. Floor boards were planked and the widest in the building. Walls didn’t exist inside the perimeter. It was so open. Brick mountains were scattered about. Brick. Piping and wiring hung down and stuck up. Large windows and peak elevation brought on sun damage; all of the above contorted. See it before it goes. wiki!!!

Xavier at the Summit, Central Station, Detroit

We swept it; we covered 16 stories of abandonment.

Michigan Central Station was designed by Warren and Wetmore in 1913, the same architects behind New York’s Grand Central. Both monstrous stations went up the same year, so you can’t help but think W&W stretched themselves pretty thin. I guess it’s apparent where the focus was: 42nd and Park…shouldn’t it be? Detroit was doomed from the start. The station’s placement alone is baffling.

The concourse at ground level was big, and maze-like. It took about 30 minutes to find a means for getting elevated, but we knew the roof was accessible. Deathtraps disguised themselves as functional stairwells. Offices looked like pillbox bunkers. Elevator shafts were uncomfortably black…elevators weren’t doing shit for you. It was a funhouse. Once walls, now sweeping vistas. Once hallways, now catwalks. Once ceilings, now floors… etc… everything misplaced.

We got to the top - took us about 3 hours - and we sat; we fucking enjoyed it. So you have this picture. The air was cleaner up there. We took breath. We smoked. Click.

Curiosity wears you out in a place like this. Going up floor by floor, scouring each for a revelation, refusing to believe no two layouts are the same (even though most were). But the top was the exception. Floor boards were planked and the widest in the building. Walls didn’t exist inside the perimeter. It was so open. Brick mountains were scattered about. Brick. Piping and wiring hung down and stuck up. Large windows and peak elevation brought on sun damage; all of the above contorted.

See it before it goes.

wiki!!!





Dorianne, Rooftop of abandoned warehouse on Hope St. Williamsburg, Brooklyn, NY. The overbearing clouds gave no hope to the sun. The separation was cold, bereft of contrast. On the bright side, for a shoot in July, the tar roof was once comfortable on her bare feet.

Dorianne, Rooftop of abandoned warehouse on Hope St. Williamsburg, Brooklyn, NY.

The overbearing clouds gave no hope to the sun. The separation was cold, bereft of contrast. On the bright side, for a shoot in July, the tar roof was once comfortable on her bare feet.






Back to the warehouse. Hope Street, Brooklyn.






Abandoned Warehouse. Hope Street, Brooklyn





Kim Burgas. Abandoned warehouse, Brooklyn. 





Buried bike, Williamsburg.

Buried bike, Williamsburg.