"The time has changed and once the times have changed the crowds have changed. It's all about love, once you come through those doors. And I'm throwing them out with real love. How you dance is how you belong."
~Security Guard at the last Deep Sugar Dance at the Paradox
Sean and I were talking the other day about how far we've come ever since we first moved into the CopyCat Building and started Tresor Space. We started to get into a groove even during the bitter cold winter months. One project that comes to mind is the cloudwall on the right side of the television in the main living room. About two months ago I contacted Frankie Mondo, who agreed to spend her Sunday spray-painting a cloudwall. The cloudwall surrounded the painting of the Baltimore band Trash Talk. Throughout the course of the day, Frankie would slowly layer the blank portion of the drywall with splotches of blue and hues of yellows, reds, and browns. She had been working on spray-painting sky gradients with clouds interspersed throughout.
At first, she encountered difficulty with too many grey clouds encroaching upon the main piece of her work. She eventually figured out what she wanted to do with the painting by adding more splotches of white and blue over the darker clouds. The end work resulted in having a good portion of the long wall in our main gathering space covered in a nebulous cloud wall, where we and our visitors can cloud-gaze indoors.
Throughout the entire encounter, I held this beaming smile in my face because I felt like more stories were being created here. With every passing day, this space feels more and more like home because of the memories and stories made here.
One such story comes from some of our burner friends coming over the weekend of April 8th in order to go to the Paradox Club near M&T Bank Stadium. This 20 year Baltimore Club was finally closing its doors after reigning supreme in the Baltimore Club scene. The intimacy of the club rooms coupled with the openness of its clientele contributed to its legendary status in Baltimore. Since the music of the club blended house music with hip-hop, the demographic of the club attracted both local Baltimoreans and artsy burner/rave types. That night, I smiled seeing the people dancing on the floor. I saw many African-American locals dancing with burner-artsy types (who are predominantly seen as being white). I absolutely loved how the different demographics mixed together in a way that could only occur through music. I witnessed different generations of club-goers reflect about their experiences. I remember listening in awe as the security guard chatted with another club-goer about their experiences at the Paradox 15 years ago.
It felt weird being a part of such an intimate celebration of dance, unity, and memory in such a sacred space. It felt weirder hearing the older members of The Paradox reminiscing about experiences that I myself was experiencing at that very moment.
After dancing until 7am, we all took an Uber back to tresor space where we were able to relax. And that is part of the beauty of our space; to have partaken in such a powerful shared experience, only to retreat back to our space that we call home to a growing community of people who just want to day dream and dance. while looking at clouds.