I recently moved into a new studio. The building is creepy as fuck.
It used to be a Myers, and the floor we're on was abandoned sometime in the mid 90s. Therefore, decor is a pure trip.
The building is home to a bunch of artists, carpenters and strange and wonderful folk. Here is one example of a strange one.
I'm sharing 100 sq meters with 3 other artists. We are set up like a motherfucker. You name it and we can make it.
It's also got a pretty epic rooftop. This is going to get painted up. Truth.
Many hours and many late nights and early mornings will happen in this place.