My job takes me onto State Street a lot, which strikes me as a sort of shantytown ghetto of off-campus LSU student housing. As for the non-students living on the street, most of them don't look like they're faring so well in the game of life. There is always at least one person of questionable sobriety on State Street, no matter the time of day. When I finished these photos around 5 p.m. yesterday, one red-faced shirtless man was past the questionable stage and was on his way to rip-roaring drunk. When traversing State Street on foot, I just hope I won't get run down by a car as I step into the street to avoid a huge puddle, turn an ankle on one of its many pedestrian hazards, step on discarded underwear, or get hassled by the dudes drinking on the porch who once tried to summon me over.
I'm not sure why it took me so long to notice that these three large buildings were empty, but I suspect it's because their ramshackle appearance is not all that different from most other buildings on the street. I had to visit three times, as the first time my battery died, and the second time there was a team of guys working on the buildings. Are these being renovated, or torn down? It appears they're being renovated, as they're clearing out the junk. I like that they may be preserving old structures, though it's surprising to see such dilapidated buildings get a makeover.
Inside this rear building:
Here we have a college collage. College is (hopefully) the last time this decor can look good to anyone.
Moving on to the street-facing white building, I peeked in a first-floor side window and got a whiff of moldy basement. I have no idea what's going on with those fuzzy edges in the doorway below, unless there's a door there that was spray-painted black?
Below, a DIY cat door.
The next one is my favorite--sort of Dutch Masters lighting.
A few notes about ABR:
--I am probably the urban explorer who has entered the least amount of abandoned buildings compared to how many I visit. Many times the buildings are locked, but in a case like this where I could've easily gotten in, I was alone, so it's just a matter of fearing for my safety. This compromises the quality of the blog, I fear, because even at this particular site I was going faster than I'd prefer, to avoid confrontation. The times I can drag my husband out with me he gets impatient and complainey, resulting again in my going at a faster speed than I'd like. Sooo, Abandoned Baton Rouge is now accepting donations of weapons of self-defense.
--I always want to hear your suggestions of sites to explore...the last few unfortunately didn't pan out.
--I've closed the comments on this post because I'm not interested in further debate about State Street. Some people found my description harsh or unfair, but as I mentioned in my comment, I'm sure I would feel more fondly about State Street if I had my own college memories of the place. As it is, I'm in my mid-30s, I'm not from here, and find the street rather unpleasant to traverse (as previously specified), with some structures that could be nice if fixed up. I didn't even mention the gutter punks who beg for your leftovers (though now I have).