The Divine Lorraine Hotel - 1.5.2009

It sits in beautiful disrepair.

The glass front door is spiderwebbed as if someone smashed it with a baseball bat. Orange
peels and fast food containers litter the sidewalk. A man in rags sits on the steps with a 40-
ounce bottle of beer. In the lobby, a chandelier casts a dull glow across the marble, the
mahogany and the alabaster. It is cold and spectral inside, and a walk down the long foyer to the
pigeonhole desk is like stepping into The Shining. MORE

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