The old trolley company building has sprouted a new work of art. I do not know who did it, but it brightens up this abandoned building.
I get sadder and sadder every time I drive or walk through the Ville.
It is suffering and falling away.
The old trolley company building has sprouted a new work of art. I do not know who did it, but it brightens up this abandoned building.
I get sadder and sadder every time I drive or walk through the Ville.
It is suffering and falling away.
The slaughterhouse at Armour was collapsing, not dramatically, but inexorably. It was going to be a pile of rubble in a decade, probably, even without the demolition that came in the summer of 2016. Probably because it didn't have the technical problems of two smokestacks like the refrigeration plant, wreckers took their time, pallatizing bricks for resale. The Chicago-based Armour had the audacity to import bricks from outside of St. Louis. Like breweries, industry in the 19th Century brought raw materials (in this instance, livestock) up to the top floor, regardless of expense, and then used free gravity to slowly work the processed product down to the first floor to railroad tracks, where it departed the plant.
Climbing the rickety stairs, we emerged up above the boilers, which you can above, with the coal hoppers on the right.
There were a whole forest of pipes up here, probably covered in asbestos insulation, and their use is a mystery to me.
I assume all of the pipes were part of a heating system, and also to power the refrigeration engines next door.
But below, this is the great shot: looking down into the now empty coal hoppers. Coal had been left in them when the plant was abandoned, but someone had once pulled the chain, emptying the last coal out several years ago.
What a fascinating place, and one that I wish could have been preserved.
Ok, W+K, you've given this campaign plenty of time to find its footing. It's just not there. Time to move on to a new concept.
Whether influenced by the Romanesque or Renaissance Revival styles, the grand homes of Compton Heights often features turrets, with conical roofs. A little nod to the fortresses these German immigrants saw in their youth?