Well here’s what I’d do. I’d take a photo of it as if it was a museum-destined object, measure and record its vitals as if it were a patient on a guerney with cascading symptoms, then start the remodel like it was a kitchen with asbestos linoleum floors – carefully.
And so I went, layer by layer, piece by piece. At the start with vague intentions, which grew and changed as I got to know my collaborator.