169 Mercer street, second floor.
I was a film editor, still am.
SoHo was quiet at nights and on the weekends, except for the firehouse down the street, when the trucks would go against traffic on Mercer, up to Houston. There was also a sense of community that was lost once the discos started moving in.
The grime, the industrial noise during the day could get irritating.
I left for greener pastures in Los Angeles.
Many vivid memories, but I think the interior of the raw and semi finished lofts were intense.
I would love to be able to add photos.