In my head, I can envision the photo studio..
The Walls painted a certain off white, clear expanses of hardwood floors, a little side office for the computers, closet/storage for the lighting stands and odds and ends, an old safe for the really expensive gear, large windows for natural light, a little square space/ kitchen counter/ fridge and microwave, a shower and nice bathroom, a little area for conferences, and an area to hang the bicycles.
Not too much to ask, is it.
The dream is modelled after the professional studios Ive been in New York, a refuge, office, playground and homebase..
That's why Ive been walking around West Berkeley and some parts of Oakland, dream in hand as I look into empty warehouses with "For Lease" signs in front.
It'll happen.
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