I could not gain admission, but it looked to be crammed with lots of neat stuff.
Who likes going to the dentist, right?
My dentist has moved his office from a dismal space in McClurg Court to Michigan Avenue, right across from the Intercontinental Chicago Hotel. From his windows, you can see the Intercontinental’s facade, which is almost impossible to see from the street.
What an odd and beautiful building! One of the city’s great stone-clad skyscrapers, it was designed in the late 20s, in the Art Deco style with Assyrian motifs. I love the rope carving highlighting the windows.
The bas-relief shows some sort of procession, with subjects bringing tributes to a king. There are lawgivers and hooded figures, trumpeters and archers, soldiers and gods, bulls and wheat, cities and spread-eagles, all jammed into one.
It sure brings a touch of exoticism to a Midwestern town.
A nearer view of the big window in the office. Over one hundred years old, it’s about 6 feet wide and over 7 feet high. Believe it or not, still it opens smoothly (check out those big handles), and I can open it whenever I want! The thing comes equipped with an old-fashioned roller blind, which, at certain hours and seasons, is necessary to use. Because it’s a landmarked building, no other window coverings are allowed.
Evening falls, and the world comes in through the window of my study. The lights and spirits of evening home-life commune. Even in my quietest moments I dwell in this communal stew, their lighted windows winking at mine.