It's dark as it's going to get. The hands on the clock turn, but don't sing a nocturne just yet.

This place is much less grand in the light. It's quite amazing how glamourous place can be when there is nothing more than a couple of exciting people and darkness. I remembered this place as a bright ball of energy and now it looks sad and rusty. Seeing it in the light for the first time, seeing it in color for the first time was odd and very humbling. 

I don't know why I feel a strange nostalgia for this theatre, I imagine it's because of the fact that I was here night after night when I went to the others only once. It was my first photo project in New York, for my first photo class ever...

I think I may be forever connected to Walter Kerr. It does have an awesome floor.