Like Bellagio, Mirage, and even Wynn, it featured it’s own allure in design. The hotel itself was the second wunderkind of Steve Wynn, and as such, it bears his hallmarks. To that end, TI as it’s known now after many inclinations and due to its unmistakable (and ahead of its time) MGM-era Marquee, is a true history of the Strip bottled up into one property. Buffets and my first slot experience later, Las Vegas became ingrained in me just as it had with my family before me. And for a splendid night of debauchery, myself and 21 of my peers piled into a room (4 at a time, security watching) for the night.
That place was the all new Treasure Island at the Mirage. Our destination…the place we could fit in the most for the least. The all new Treasure Island at the Mirage One night, drunk under age in a van full of my cohorts, we arrived at a shining beacon in the dark.
Carving in drywall, making my own tent, and using that tent to camp throughout the southwest. When I was young, naive, and before I knew what it was like to put down coin on a table or in a machine, I was an 18 year old architecture student. TI’s porte-cochère…a preserved piece of the Wynn Fingerprint.
