Dance Space

"Do we need lotion?"
~A line from the BROS Musical, The Terrible Secret of Lunastus

In the heart of Station North Arts District lies the Bell Foundry, which is also the current Headquarters for the BROS (Baltimore Rock Opera Society). In the early spring the BROS held auditions for the Terrible Secret of Lunastus which is a rock opera set on the planet Lunastus which is home to utterly powerful alien technology and demonic, hip-hop tree dancers. Rehearsals usually take place at the Bell Foundry, but time and meeting space has become limited. As a result, tresor space has become the dance rehearsal space every Monday evening until August for the hip-hop dancing Nog trees whose noxious eyeball fruit produce fumes poisonous to humans.

Lofting Up

"Be careful! I'm getting stressed just watching you."
~Our friend Kim watching us install a metal staircase

As we continue building capacity in our space, we also see that we need a place to store Sean's camera gear. None of the rooms on the first floor would have been conducive to utilize as a storage space, so we looked to our large amount of ceiling space. The hallway leading from the main studio and kitchen to the other half of our space goes through this odd semi-room with 2x4 wall studs that weren't really attached to either the top plate or sole plate. Also the joists were 2x4's with the wider side attached to the top plates, which meant that the middle ceiling sagged a visible inch even though no load was applied to the top of it. 

Over the course of a month, I began the labor-intensive process of demolishing the joists and drywall. One of my hipster, cycling friends, Brian, suggested that I start going to The Loading Dock. The Loading Dock is a non-profit building materials re-use center that salvages old industrial building materials that can be resold to customers for a small $10/year membership fee. I sojourned there with the aid of our third roommate, Julius, who accompanied me in a 15' landscaping van. The Loading Dock is a DIY construction enthusiast's wet dream; there are old cabinets, loose tiles, vinyl siding, carpet squares, loads of lumber, and pre-made staircases. All of these items are sold for very cheap; for example an 8' 2x6 piece of lumber usually sells for about $2 and pre-made staircases are sold for $10/step.

After having loaded all of the lumber for the wood studs and the joists, I started to look at pre-made staircases. Tucked away in-between the window section and the loose tile section I saw a slightly rusted, iron staircase like the ones you would see out on a fire escape. I fell in love with it within moments, and could not believe that a 6' tall iron staircase only costed $80. I installed the staircase in the hallway that eventually would lead up to the loft that I was building above the semi-odd room. The hardest part of the entire endeavor was ensuring that the staircase could be connected to the wooden wall and the floorboards. 

Our oily sparkle, glitter stairs! I think that I got the color temperature wrong on the photo edit.

Our oily sparkle, glitter stairs! I think that I got the color temperature wrong on the photo edit.

After installing the floorboards on the loft, painting them, and coating the surface in an unhealthy amount of polyurethane, I turned my attention to the rusted staircase. I sanded away the loose flakes of rust, primed the surface, and spray-painted chrome over the treads so that the staircase looked a bit more modern and a little bit less decrepit. As a bonding experience, Sean and I then glitter-fucked the staircase by sprinkling extremely fine blue and purple glitter over the chrome-plated steps and sealing that in another unhealthy dose of polyurethane. 

This resulted in the renovation of the semi-odd room that could now support a 15'x11' loft filled with all of Sean's gear as well as a glitter, chrome-coated staircase.

Notorious R.B.G

"If I had any talent in the world, any talent that God could give me, I would be a great diva."
~Ruth Bader Ginsburg, Supreme Court Justice

The other day I asked Sean to create one of those dope-ass sweaters that you see the cool-millenial kids wearing these days on the block as they hip-hop EDM dance and do extra-curriculars in their spare time. The inspiration for the design stems from Ruth Bader Ginsburg's ascribed title taken from The Notorious B.I.G. Her notoriety comes from being the leader of the liberal justices on the Supreme Court, and often the one writing the dissenting liberal opinion after a case. Even as the oldest serving justice, her jurisprudence and rational demeanor has led to liberal gains concerning abortion rights, same-sex marriage, and gender equality. In essence, she had become the level-headed, sage-like national treasure embodied in a jabot-wearing powerhouse of a woman, representing the patience and mic-drop inducing opinions that millenials wished they had.

So tresor space proudly unveils the newest article of clothing that will keep you warm during the colds months and can be given as a C̶h̶r̶i̶s̶t̶m̶a̶s̶ Chanukah gift to the more Conservative members of your family that may or may not be treasured for years to come. Let your friends know that you have faith in the checks and balances of our government and that if all else fails the Notorious R.B.G. will uphold our inalienable rights.

Notorious R.B.G. Sweater <<click here!

Meh, the pen is still mightier than the sword.

Meh, the pen is still mightier than the sword.

Gruntled Onesies

"Whenever there's something near my mouth, I have a natural inclination to eat it."
~Rachel Belkin, RPCV

It's been a gruntling and exhausting few weeks here at tresor space. We've hosted Halloween gatherings, hungover brunches, and as of recently a 4am comedown after nights well-lived dancing against the patriarchy, flailing to Dan Deacon at The Compound, and burning at the National Monument.

"I want to be a good witch."

"I want to be a good witch."

What can I say other than that this place has now hosted several friends from many walks of life. Many visitors have stated that this place is not only ideal for preparing for an adventure, but also for the aftermath of an adventurous night "painting the town" when all you want to do is sink into a warm couch as the ambient murmurs of the new Bon Iver album accompanied by the colorful glow of hue lights hanging from the ceiling.

"We live in Mount Vernon."

"We live in Mount Vernon."

"Yeah, I don't think that your loft floor will collapse..."

"Yeah, I don't think that your loft floor will collapse..."

"Dude, this is awesome!"

"Dude, this is awesome!"

What I have started to learn is the potential of this place. It's a guilty pleasure of ours to bring in someone into our space and see them marvel at the new projects and endeavors on which we worked. It's starting to be a running joke that as soon as a new visitor stops by, Sean immediately shows off the colored hue lights, the sound system, and his hippy-trap of a room while I show them the kitchen, lofts, and general cleanliness of an artist residence.

"We definitely survived Peace Corps."

"We definitely survived Peace Corps."

"The Queen ain't got nothin' on me... Also I'm so cold."

"The Queen ain't got nothin' on me... Also I'm so cold."

Let's just say that these days mantle us with creative outlets and gruntle us so much.