In which The Gay Recluse rather quickly gets lung cancer.

Time and date of photographs: March 26, 10am (ish). [We would have posted earlier but had a backlog of hot gay statues to attend to. (Plus we had to go to Pittsburgh for the weekend for a celebration.)]

We’ve repeatedly documented the monstrous plumes of black smoke that plague us as we contemplate the rooftops of Washington Heights. So you can imagine our delight when we found the same thing corrupting the view from our midtown office window.

These shots are looking west in the mid-30s. The crane is between 5th and 6th Avenue, so we’re guessing the smokestacks are around 8th or 9th?

Close-up. Wtf? Are we just cursed, or is this a problem in New York City?

Could this possibly be legal? Who owns this building, anyway?