Jesse Walker | March 8, 2007
Virginia Postrel composes an ode to lofts, real and fake.
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Here in Denver, old industrial buildings are torn down to make way for "lofts", even though these lofts don't have any of the architectural attributes associated with lofts, and often aren't even in the downtown area. I guess folks have a tough time parting with several hundred thousand dollars for an "apartment", and a "condo" sounds too 1970s-ish.
The strange thing about this whole discussion is that "loft" is
not a technical term invented by bohemian artists in an opium
induced act of sheer creativity but simply a nice sounding word
invented by real estate agents written on martini napkins trying to
sell drafty old office and storage space as residential living
space.
Truly surreal.
So true. This is a reoccurring theme with cityphiles. They put
this premium on "authenticity" (which they redefine at their
convenience).
Like this article I was reading by some Seattle faggot. It was all
about how he rode his bicycle past the city limits and described
the horrors of suburbia ala Margaret Mead. He was apoplectic about
how coffee shops "tried to look urban" but were less crowed, more
comfortable, and built to be coffee shops instead of repurposed
hardware stores. Every improvement was a deliberate act to deprive
it of it's authenticity, and should therefore be a capital
crime.
I live in an upstairs quasi-loft in a building constructed in the 1850s. At one point, it housed a bank that was robbed by Jesse James. I love it, even with the 13-foot ceilings, 10 foot windows, and the attendant silly utility bills.
In school for a while I lived in one of those big victorian homes you often find in student ghettos. It sounded a lot cooler to say I lived in a loft rather than the attic.
That said, a similar space with better insulation wouldn't be bad at all. The age of the building, and the accessibility of it's history,are cool. But the reason I live there is the space, not some vague notion of authenticity.
I wish I could afford a loft. Seriously, lofts in NYC are now
the property of
1. bohemian types who were lucky enough to buy 30-40 years
ago
2. rich banker types who bought them from the bohos for millions in
the last ten years.
Damn you, most of America, with your so-called "affordable
housing". *sigh*
"We want to be urban, so we're bragging about our fake
lofts," wrote Jaimee Rose, an Arizona Republic reporter. Rothe, the
Scottsdale-based lighting designer, laments the "non-genuine
characteristics" of Phoenix's built-from-scratch buildings, which
lack "the creaking floors and the smell of history."
Words change meaning, Jaimee. Things invented get copied and
modified, Rothe. It's called "progress." Get over it.
How many "ranch" houses are anywhere near cattle?
Words change meaning, Jaimee. Things invented get copied and
modified, Rothe. It's called "progress." Get over it.
That is so ironic. I am nonplussed over her literal dismay.
Yeah, Manhattan lofts are inhabited by bankers and outer borough lofts are inhabited by hipsters - both species best avoided. All the starving-artist types I know live in shitty little apartments in sketchy neighborhoods.
When I think of "loft" I think of a partial upper floor where
you put hay or, in house, let the children sleep. So I deride the
inauthenticity of the city slickers' "lofts." And their California
"champagne." And their Mercedes Benz "sport utility
vehicles."
As if they're ever going to drive a hundred thousand dollar vehicle
in a place the paint might get scratched.
There are, however, expensive SUV's that are not driven off road.
Like this article I was reading by some Seattle
faggot.
warren, warren, warren.
couldn't you have put that any better?
Strictly speaking, a loft is a former industrial space with
ceilings so high you can construct a second story within the
unit.
My old loft was built that way, and then a hole punched through to
the next, shorter story. But the second story had two walled-off
bedrooms, and the third had its own walled-off bedroom.
Lots of stairs, but the wall of my bedroom and living room went
directly down the wall of a canal, and I could feed ducks from my
couch. The mill across the canal was still in operation, so I could
sit there and watch guys drive forklifts.
Point? Uh, no, not really.
the popularity of lofts in stl has been great for our downtown.
they are in actual old warehouse buildings in a former garment
district. they're good for the city and consequently, i love them.
these conversions have been the savior of many great old buildings
that would otherwise have met the wrecking ball by a short-sighted
city. many people moving in are empty-nest types tired of mowing
lawns but wanting more than some boring tract-condo.
i agree that the term has largely been expanded to mean generally
any large open-space apartment with high ceilings.
i too, have no point.
agreed. yet i don't live in one for a number of reasons unrelated to how good they've been for the area. i'd say they average about $200K-$300K. some of the older buildings are also being reused for residential - but adopting a more conventional style as not every buyer is looking for a loft-style, and realization that a loft aesthetic cannot be shoehorned into any old building.
"claiming loft" has been a trend that i've noticed in a few new
mixed-use developments around the area that put large open floor
planned apartment/condos above street-level retail. 2-3 stories
max. generally in low density urban areas (think inner-ring
suburbs) and even in the downtown areas of smaller towns.
they're billed as "lofts" but i'm not sold that they are.
I don't live in one because they're very inconvenient with
kids.
Down the hall, up the stairs, down the hall, up the stairs, out the
door, through the garage is fine if it's just you. It's find if
it's just you and the wife. It's not fine if it's you, the wife,
the baby, the car seat, the stroller, the bag, and the other
bag.
Fun while it lasted, though. GREAT entry-level real estate.
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