when i first started searching for apartments, my broker asked me to make a list of the things i wanted. i told him i was sick of living in a 1960s style box with zero charm. i was OH SO OVER fugly parquet floors (helllooo, 1950s) and walls that went straight up to the ceiling with nary a piece of molding in site.
i wanted CHARM CITY, and i wanted it ALL: original hardwoods, crown molding, clawfoot tub…and the real kicker: exposed brick. a true symbol of old new york, of the lives that came before ours.
of course, no one gets it all. not usually, at least. and as of about a month ago, i certainly didn’t. i’d gotten the hardwoods (in relatively good condition, and definitely salvageable in both the bedroom and the living room; the entryway remains up in the air), the molding (you can fake it, just like highlights), and the tub (thank you, clawfoot tub gods!). but the brick was a no go.
as a reminder, here’s what the living room looked like when i bought the grand apartment.
here’s what it looked like in the beginning of the demo phase (dated picture rail off the walls, new electrical in the process of being run throughout).
nothing to see here, right? just some white plaster that was sorely in need of a refresh.
but then. BUT THEN. one morning, before i left for a 10 day trip out west, i stopped in to talk to my contractor about what was to happen while i was away. and through a tiny little rectangle of wall that was being cut out to make room for new outlets, i saw something red peeking out.
i bet you can guess what comes next…
“wait a second…is that BRICK?!”
“oh, yeah, probably.”
(he leans down to take a closer look)
“yes, that’s brick.”
“does that mean it’s BEHIND THAT ENTIRE WALL?!?!”
“probably, yes. do you want us to find out?”
UM, HELLO! DO YOU EVEN HAVE TO ASK?
DO I WANT YOU TO FIND OUT? HELLS YES, I DO.
let me remind you of my dream:
i nodded eagerly, and told him that if there was brick underneath that whole wall, i wanted it exposed. ALL OF IT.
and then i left, and did a little happy dance in the elevator.
a few days later, i got this:
by the time i got home from my trip, they’d made quite a bit of progress.
cut to last week, and an entire wall of plaster had been painstakingly scraped off. my exposed brick wall was free, in all its glory!
it’s a bit surprising, actually, considering that this isn’t an exterior wall (the exterior of the building is indeed brick, but all the other interior walls we’ve torn into are old wood/plaster situations). it’s a wall that’s shared with the apartment directly beside mine.
as you can see below, there are old electrical boxes in the wall – likely where the original tenants had sconces – which means that a) this brick was original to the apartment and b) at some point, someone CHOSE to cover it up.
why anyone would consciously say to themselves, gee, i’m going to cover this beautiful brick with plain old PLASTER is beyond me…but that’s all in the past, because i have discovered it, and i plan to restore it to its former glory.
the goal is to sand the wall down and seal it, just so it’s not casting dust everywhere. i’m also hoping i can rip out the old fixtures you see above, as they jut pretty far out of the wall. beyond that, i’m keeping it simple: one or two larger art pieces behind the couch (which will go on this back wall), and a large round mirror behind the dining area (to the right of this photo).
since we’re still about a month or so out from decorating, here’s a little eye candy to tide you over. YAY BRICK!