Frank Lloyd Wright was not an overly superstitious architect, for there is a 13th floor in his Price Tower masterpiece. Wright’s only skyscraper was commissioned in the mid-1950s by the H.C. Price Company in Bartlesville. Their corporate headquarters until 1981, it’s now a National Historic Landmark; an office building repurposed as an arts center, restaurant and elegant boutique hotel. You can sleep in this fabulous work of art, possibly the most romantic thing you can do in Oklahoma unless you can arrange for a night in a Remington painting. We booked ourselves the Valentine’s Day Inn Love Package, with long-stemmed roses, chocolate dipped strawberries, and a bottle of bubbly in our room with a view, way up on the 13th floor.
New blonde maple furnishings were created for the retrofit ( the originals are in the Price Tower museum) built in-the-room in true Wright fashion- not for purist reasons, but done so out of necessity. The wee Otis elevators surrounding the tower core are but copper capsules, impractical for raising more than a rollerbag and a couple of narrow-hipped humans. There was no other way to furnish the building.
Advice from the wise and hungry: for breakfast, ditch the restaurant at the top and go around the corner to Weeze’s. Their pancakes are huge fluffy sponges flopped over the rim of the plate, hotly soaking up syrup by the gallon. One quarter of one with a fried egg on top and two thick strips of bacon held me all the way through hours of sketching at the Tallgrass Prairie Preserve in Pawhuska.
A small announcement of a big milestone: though I didn’t catch the moment it happened, Drawing the Motmot has just passed the one million hit mark. That’s spectacular. Thank you, kind reader. I’m thoroughly honored to have you here. Thank you, thank you. Thank you.