Remember that one time when you had to wait until after work to go rock climbing?
Of course you don’t.
Because what a weird thing to be remembering.
Regardless, that’s a nonissue now thanks to Brooklyn Boulders, a 25,000-square-foot art studio/workspace/state-of-the-art rock-climbing facility that’s now soft-open in the West Loop. (Here it is in all its strange glory.)
What you can do here: a lot. Which is a little overwhelming, so allow us to simplify...
For work: Head upstairs to the “Active Collaborative Workspace.” It’s exactly like your regular office, only there’s a pull-up bar at your standing desk. And an obstacle course race or a yoga lesson is likely to be happening. Which actually makes it nothing like your regular office. Still.
For play: Wander back downstairs. Take a gander at the local street art. Hell, take plural ganders. Then slip on a harness and climb up to 50 feet on expansive rock walls made with Baltic birch. When you’re done, follow the sound of a muffled cultural dialectic to the “speakeasy” salon ensconced somewhere inside the building.
Among the topics to be discussed there: what just happened...
Of course you don’t.
Because what a weird thing to be remembering.
Regardless, that’s a nonissue now thanks to Brooklyn Boulders, a 25,000-square-foot art studio/workspace/state-of-the-art rock-climbing facility that’s now soft-open in the West Loop. (Here it is in all its strange glory.)
What you can do here: a lot. Which is a little overwhelming, so allow us to simplify...
For work: Head upstairs to the “Active Collaborative Workspace.” It’s exactly like your regular office, only there’s a pull-up bar at your standing desk. And an obstacle course race or a yoga lesson is likely to be happening. Which actually makes it nothing like your regular office. Still.
For play: Wander back downstairs. Take a gander at the local street art. Hell, take plural ganders. Then slip on a harness and climb up to 50 feet on expansive rock walls made with Baltic birch. When you’re done, follow the sound of a muffled cultural dialectic to the “speakeasy” salon ensconced somewhere inside the building.
Among the topics to be discussed there: what just happened...
