Why do I always find myself taking pictures of hallways? And stairs? And . . . phones?
As Tabula Rasa mentioned, the phones in this building are all that wonderfully disgusting color of a headless, armless Barbie left in a gutter. The walls beneath the cracked and peeling paint aren’t much better, but at least they are a little more natural looking. To be fair, this phone was in a hall and I was literally scooting my camera along on the tripod as the floor was a sheet of unbroken, glossy ice. I would have walked right past this if not for that.
While we are on the topic of halls, I offer you this.
I just had to light up a smoke at that point, because I could.
Anyway, back the paint. One of the peculiar things about this building is that since it is not heavily trafficked (unlike the majority of abandoned buildings in Gary) the paint has mostly stayed on the walls despite the heavy cracking and peeling. In some places whole sheets of it has come loose from the drywall and fallen to drape over anything it the way like cloth. Tabula Rasa and I even got into a disagreement over whether it was wallpaper or paint. I still say paint and shall leave it up for the viewer to decide which they think it is.