See it before
you book it.
Every other listing shows you one flattering photograph. Scroll, and walk the whole building — street to front door to floor.
Front door,
street level.
No loading yard to negotiate, no buzzer maze. Off the street and into the building in one move.
Straight to
the freight car.
Level all the way in — no steps between the door and the lift. Carts, flight cases and dollies roll it without a ramp.
The actual
elevator pitch.
Three floors, forty seconds. Freight car, not a passenger box — it takes the gear, the crew and the coffee in one trip.
And then it
just opens up.
You step out of the car and the floor runs 140 feet in front of you. No corridor, no reception, no waiting room.
Fourteen thousand
square feet. Clear.
Column-light, 21 ft to the deck, blackout capable. One span, no partitions — you decide what goes in it.
Two stages
and a cyc.
Hard cyc at the far wall, lighting grid overhead, dolly track down the centre — and still room to build a second set behind camera.
Placeholder geometry. The three configurations are drawn to scale inside the real 140 × 100 ft plate, but nothing here has been surveyed — everything in steel is indicative.
Stage, bar,
five hundred people.
Truss over a 12 m stage, bar down the long wall, floor seating for rounds. Load-in and set dressing on the same floor as the show.
Booths, brand
walls, a whole show.
Twelve 4 × 3 m stands on a clean grid with a feature ring at centre. Same floor, third business.