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When a punk-rock model told me he had squatted in this warehouse one day during a photo shoot, I became more intrigued than ever before. Word of a tattoo faced squatter still using the space provided plenty enough images for my overdriven mind. So on a wonderful summer evening we decided to check in to this high rise hotel.

The interior was silent, all except for crazy creeking and dripping sounds - almost as if someone were watching TV upstairs. Soon the sounds of a dog barking beckoned us still further up into this building of the damned. When would we encounter our tattoo faced friend?

We finally arrived at the roof. The silence of the night punctured only by the ringing of nearby church bells, the barking dog (which we soon figured out to be in a different abandoned warehouse not too far away), and the light of a bright full moon.

Having had our entertainment for the night, we headed back out to the streets, into the light, safe from having half the adventure we just had.

"No Sleeping. No Shitting. The Cops will get you. Run Run."

Maybe someone ought to give security this cryptic, downright creepy message??


Going Up.


Got balls? The roof was practically covered in tennis balls.


I always like to look down on security booths.

The Full Moon


Catwalks into other buildings.


Bathroom Art



Dog Video. (Turn your volume wwwwwaaaaaay the fuck up)