My DC: Home Away from Home

For this week’s My DC, I thought I’d share a shot of the place where I spend most of my daylight hours — the building where I work.

Home Away from Home

It’s a Beaux-Arts mansion that used to house luxury apartments, though not in the granite-countertops-and-fancy-bathrooms-crammed-into-600-square-feet way that exemplifies the current DC condo market. No, this place was 14,000-square-foot apartments (big enough to make a McMansion jealous) with marble fireplaces, silver safes, servants quarters, and all that old-school, Gilded Age type of luxe.

Today, all the glamour has been forsaken for work, and it’s pretty office-y looking on the inside. Some rooms have cube farms, others have gone open-plan, but either way, there is no mistaking it as a workspace. But because we do the historic preservation thing here, all the fancy finishes still exist side-by-side with the professional, almost as if the cubes, computers, and copiers are merely set pieces, ready to be struck at a moment’s notice.


Want more personalized looks at DC? Hillary, sprite, randomduck, and MsP are all running around with their cameras, capturing little slices of their lives here in our nation’s capital.

4 thoughts on “My DC: Home Away from Home

  1. Shannon February 1, 2008 / 12:16 pm

    That’s kinda funny that you and I both work in buildings that look so grand on the outside and then so office-y in the inside.

    The City of Albany tried to make an offer to buy our building in order to make it INTO condos and luxury apartments. We said thanks, but no thanks.

  2. Mom February 1, 2008 / 5:53 pm

    It is such a beautiful building, both in and out. I’m really glad that some people make an effort to keep the old and have it co-exist with the new. Keep up the good work 🙂

  3. MsP February 4, 2008 / 1:54 pm

    I looooooooove your building. I love the French doors on to the outside. But are you still in the basement?

  4. Sweetpea February 4, 2008 / 2:10 pm

    Yep, still in the basement. It was the one downside of switching departments. My previous office, on the fourth floor, had one of those gigantic sets of French doors and a Juliet balcony. The doors actually opened, which was great for nice days. The balcony didn’t seem all that stable, though, so I didn’t spend any time there.

    (The balcony/French doors combo that shows in this picture is not actually my old office, but the mirror image of it — mine was on the 18th Street side.)

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