The hallway narrows toward the guests’ bathroom, where the light catches the cracked tiles, and a porcelain basin clings to the far wall.
Layers of carpet change suddenly underfoot, shifting textures mid-turn as if each section was chosen with a different intention. It’s a quiet clue to the hand of a designer who was either creative, resourceful, or both. Thick paint peels back in waves along the right wall, exposing the bones of the Terminus Hotel’s upper floor.
Even in transition spaces, the details feel deliberate.
This composition captures a subtle moment of design and decay, reproduced using museum-grade inks on archival paper for clarity and timeless character.