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‘Completed in 1939, the McKittrick Hotel was intended to be New York City’s finest and most decadent luxury hotel of its time. Six weeks before opening, and two days after the outbreak of World War II, the legendary hotel was condemned and left locked, permanently sealed from the public. Until now...
This is what we knew going into the hotel: we knew that the play is a spin off of Macbeth and the film ‘Eyes Wide Shut’. We knew we needed to wear a mask, and follow the characters around the space. We knew that we might get soaked in fake blood, and that we should wear sensible shoes. We didn’t know that it was an individual experience.
We walk in and it’s completely black, I mean like pitch black, the hall way just to check in is like a maze. I felt like Alice in Wonderland when the little guy with the broom tail sweeps away her path leaving her stranded. After feeling our way, alas we arrive and our coats are taken. I’m also so brave as to abandon my purse. I walk in wearing nothing but my mask and the little-black-I-don’t-If-it-gets-ruined-dress purchases at H&M for 12.99$.
We are then encouraged to go to the bar and have a drink, the bar is 40s inspired with plenty of red. However, before I can even decide what I want to drink my number is called and I’m off. Suddenly aware of the hairs on my neck I get called into the elevator with a handful of strangers wearing masks.
All by myself I begin to wonder around like a little lost child. I got stuck in a forest that seemed to have no exit and then found myself in a padded room wearing a straight jacket. I rummaged through draws, I pulled off covers from rows of small beds, I read love notes from Lady Macbeth, I tried to find keys to cabinets that didn’t exist, I found chests full of human hair samples, and I bravely ate candy from unidentified jars.
The attention to detail at the McKittrick was really shocking. I just taught Macbeth to my grade 11 class, and so every detail of that play is etched in my brain, and consequently all over this hotel. Even the little vials in the doctor’s office where labelled “Glamis and Co.” Which if you are familiar with the play you know Macbeth is “Thane of Glamis” before he is given the title “Thane of Cawdor” confirming the first of the witches prophecy as true.
Sincerely,
sp
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