In which The Gay Recluse photographs shipwrecks lining the Hudson north of the George Washington Bridge.
Time and date of photographs: March 30, 2008 (afternoon)

As usual, there were those who did not survive the winter.

We tend to look at the wreckage with some disdain: “That could never happen to us!”

Yet! There is a mythological allure to [...]

In which The Gay Recluse becomes increasingly obsessed with The George Washington Bridge.
Time and date of photographs: April 3, 2008, wheneverness.

Work was difficult this week.

It was hard to concentrate.

Life felt very distant.

We wished we could take a nap.

Somehow it never ends.
“I, too am obsessed with the George Washington Bridge, and have been ever since as stoned [...]

In which Deirdre’s Terrain checks in with The Gay Recluse.
Today we received this startling news report and follow-up analysis from our Manhattan correspondent Deirdre’s Terrain:
ieeww I hate people who post picts & videos of their KIDS at the beach taking a bath etc etc… playing with their iPhone.. YUCK! why do parents post boring picts [...]

In which The Gay Recluse contemplates human conception from a safe distance.
Today we introduce our newest correspondent The Jessica Watch, who has expressed a willingness to satisfy our admittedly perverse voyeuristic impulses and keep us apprised as she moves ever closer to having a kid. TJW reports:
I just had a barrage of tests, all completed [...]

In which The Gay Recluse becomes increasingly obsessed with The George Washington Bridge.
Time and Date of morning photograph: March 21, 2008, 5:15pm-ish.
Notes: This is the view of the George Washington Bridge from the north, in the remotest and most abandoned part of Manhattan. We see the pilings of an old pier and — most [...]

In which The Gay Recluse rather quickly gets lung cancer.
Time and date of morning photograph: March 21, 2008, 7:54am.

Time and date of evening photograph: March 21, 2008, 7:34pm

The oily black smoke of 100-year-old boilers disperses daily across the rooftops in Washington Heights, heedless of those who suffer from pneumonia, asthma and tuberculosis. Officials and [...]

In which The Gay Recluse promotes remembrance of things past.
Today we received this letter from reader Steve in Manhattan:
I, too am obsessed with the George Washington Bridge, and have been ever since as stoned youths me and my friends cavorted in the park on the New Jersey side that is directly below the place where [...]

In which The Gay Recluse watches the sunset, craves a gin-and-tonic and converses with a higher power.
Time and Date of Photographs: 7:15ish, March 20, 2008
Notes: All sunset photos are inherently cheesy — obviously — but sometimes we have to get in touch with our inner tourist.

God: Don’t let your youth go to waste!
Us: Ughh — [...]

In which The Gay Recluse provides a postscript to our gay alternative to this week’s Modern Love piece in the Times by Kayla Rachlin Small. (For those looking for our informal-but-telling quantitative analysis of Modern Love, click here.)
Dear TGR,
I loved your riff on “The Steep Price of Your Forbidden Kiss” (a
title which, for the record, [...]

In which The Gay Recluse photographs birds.

Mary-Kate and Ashley? Elliot and Silda? Tristan and Isolde? You decide. (Our Jonathan Livingston Seagull moment for the day.)

In which The Gay Recluse becomes increasingly obsessed with The George Washington Bridge.
Time and Date of photograph: March 13, 2008, 7:38am.
Notes: The cloud bank this morning looked like a mountain range.

“The George Washington Bridge over the Hudson is the most beautiful bridge in the world. Made of cables and steel beams, it gleams in the [...]

In which The Gay Recluse photographs birds.

Some days we want to photograph the George Washington Bridge. Today we went for the seagulls.

In which The Gay Recluse applauds the news of uptown development.
Curbed has reported that the city’s plan to rezone 125th Street — a plan we fully endorse — has passed the important hurdle of the Planning Commission, and will now move to City Council for final approval. Curbed also links to local coverage of the [...]

In which The Gay Recluse holds a contest. Sort of.
Today we are extremely honored to present another hot-gay-statue submission, this one a joint effort from Jeff Weinstein/Out There and John Perreault/Artopia. Jeff writes:

I sent partner John to shoot Garibaldi in Washington Square Park and instead he came back with [a fuzzy shot of] the [...]

In which The Gay Recluse reports on life at home.

In which The Gay Recluse poses a question to a condominium development in Harlem.
Yesterday Curbed posted an update (via Joe Schumacher) on the Kalahari, a controversial — aesthetically speaking — condominium development on 116th Street in Central Harlem that appears to be nearing completion. We recently observed the Kalahari on a field trip to the [...]

In which The Gay Recluse sponsors a competition. Sort of.
After our recent post about the smokin’ hot statuary on Audubon Terrace in Washington Heights, a reader wrote to ask if we were aware of other such collections, particularly in the United States, where — in case you haven’t noticed — the puritanical impulse runs pretty [...]

In which The Gay Recluse becomes increasingly obsessed with The George Washington Bridge.
Time and Date of photograph: March 1, 2008, 5:58pm.
Notes: A panoramic view of the pre-war ruins of Washington Heights and the post-war ruins of New Jersey.

“The George Washington Bridge over the Hudson is the most beautiful bridge in the world. Made of cables [...]

In which The Gay Recluse takes a field trip to Harlem and makes the case that the city should rezone the shit out of 125th Street.
Lately there has been a lot of press — from Curbed, The Times and others — about the city’s proposal to rezone 125th Street in Harlem. Much of this unfortunately [...]

In which The Gay Recluse contemplates an uncommissioned masterpiece from the walls of an uptown subway station.