The forbidden artistry of the third floor

Compared to the FLAIR in second floor men’s room, the third floor facilities are much more austere. (Or, if you’re an ad douche, “more modern.”)

Because it is shared with another business on this floor, decorative touches are strictly forbidden. That means no music, no scale, and no stall reading material.

The only thing that third floor DOES have over its second floor counterpart is a full-length mirror on the wall by the door. A nice touch, but it’s no sink-side basket of supplies.

The simple metal sign that hangs from the dropped-ceiling in the hallway points to a fully functional but completely plain space.

But if there’s one thing we’ve learned from artists in totalitarian cultures is that creativity finds a way.

Yes, the occasional “hilarious” sign gets tacked up from time to time. But the true artistic resistance comes in the form of more elaborate fecal deliveries. An under-the-lid frosting here…a top-side swirl there…men are putting their personal stamp on the space the only way they can.

Artists, we salute you. We are horrified by you and question your anatomy…but we salute you.