Archive for the ‘Architecture’ Category

In which The Gay Recluse holds a contest. Sort of. Ok, submissions from the American side of the Atlantic have been kind of weak lately, so we thought we’d treat you to a taste of the big leagues in Hot Gay Statuary. Yes, Paris, City of Light! Reader CBNY sends us the following pix and […]


In which The Gay Recluse becomes increasingly obsessed with The George Washington Bridge. Time and Date of Pictures: June 10, 8:30-9:30ish Sometimes you just know it’s going to storm. Our windows were shaking, in part because they’re shitty windows, but also because it was so windy! We wish we could say that the water was […]


In which The Gay Recluse becomes increasing obsessed with the George Washington Bridge. Date/Time of Photographs: June 9, 2008/7am-ish. Notes: We’re still getting used to our new computer. Which is why some of these pictures look a little warped. We kind of like them like that, though. They’re more reflective of the real world. I, […]


In which The Gay Recluse holds a contest. Sort of. We’ve been wondering what the story is with Miami, which is supposedly a pretty gay city but is notable lacking in the Hot Gay Statue Roundup. But! Our fears were somewhat alleviated when Reader CBNY sent in a submission with the following note: [These statues […]


In which The Gay Recluse becomes increasingly obsessed with The George Washington Bridge. Time and date of photographs: June 6, 2008, sunset. Supposedly tomorrow’s going to be a thousand degrees. But the bridge doesn’t care: It looks great in any weather! Even though it hasn’t even arrived, we’re kind of dreading summer. We say that […]


In which The Gay Recluse finds a silver lining. We’ve already written about our bad karma at the 34th Street Station, which is filled with ungainly chrome columns and awkward ramps. But just the other day, we noticed an infinite wall of gold tile. We’re not sure why it took us two years to find. […]


In which The Vermonter, a former New Yorker who has retired to the rural life, checks in with The Gay Recluse. Recently we heard from our friend The Vermonter, who had this to say: I love manhole covers! I have been photographing them for years! Here are some favorites from a few years back… Whoas! […]


In which The Gay Recluse holds a contest. Sort of. Today we heard from reader Torrey, who wanted us to know that Columbus Circle offers more than just a high-end shopping experience: it has some hot gay statuary! Let’s check it out, shall we? Hey, this guy proves you don’t have to be hung like […]


In which The Gay Recluse reports on monthly traffic whoring metrix to the Board of Directors. I. Summary After two record months in March and April, May witnessed an overall drop in traffic whoring, but was still our third best month ever. Some of this can be attributed to the same macroeconomic trends that have […]


In which The Gay Recluse gets servicey. Reader Russell writes: I know that it’s a little our of your way but on June 8th, the Mount Morris Park Community Improvement Association will hold the 19th annual historic house tour.  Each year, the MMPCIA organizes a tour of ten or so historic homes in and around […]


In which The Gay Recluse holds a contest. Sort of. Ok, to all the doubters who thought that the Hot Gay Statue contest was winding down, we refer you to reader Genghis Kuhn, who recently wrote us with the following: [Herewith a] few pictures from my recent “research” trip to London. The firefighting statue is […]


In which The Gay Recluse dreams of a new career. Ever since we visited Prague a few years ago we have been obsessed with becoming a sidewalk builder. This obsession was rekindled in Berlin, which has lots of sidewalks made of small stones. Please! Step into our office. Could someone please hand us a stone? […]


In which The Gay Recluse becomes obsessed with orange tiles. We recently spent some time in Berlin at the conference center, much of which was done in orange tiles. Yes it was garish but there was something appealing about it. Maybe it’s just because it seems like nothing you ever see on this side of […]


In which The Gay Recluse remembers life in Washington Heights. We’re in Berlin, which means we’re nostalgic for the George Washington Bridge. Let’s take a walk down memory lane, shall we? This was last Sunday morning, as in May 11. We don’t remember it, either. This was at the end of the day Monday, which […]


In which The Gay Recluse provides an update on a beehive of activity at 573-579 West 161st Street. So it’s official, if “official” means by way of an unnamed receptionist at the architects’s office: 573-575 West 161st Street is going to be a 6-story condominium. We’re trying to scrounge up a rendering, but in the […]


In which The Gay Recluse holds a contest. Sort of. Today we received an interesting submission from Reader Troy, who writes to us from Pittsburgh: I have an important question for The Gay Recluse. In the Pittsburgh airport there is a statue of Franco Harris, who I have no reason to believe is gay. Yet […]


In which The Gay Recluse suggests a link. The most beautiful ads are always for dead companies. Like this one we recently took on 35th Street between 5th and 6th Avenue. Does this company still exist? We hope not, because we don’t want to have to think about buying anything. New York City is filled […]


In which The Gay Recluse takes a trip to the suburbs. Last weekend we went flower shopping and on the way back stopped into a brand new Home Depot that was recently built somewhere in Westchester, which is this large land mass north of New York City; sometimes desolate and sometimes beautiful, it is criss-crossed […]


In which The Gay Recluse thinks about taking a seat. Time/Location: Recently, around 34th Street. We walk by these benches all the time, but have never had the time or inclination to sit.


In which The Gay Recluse becomes increasingly obsessed with the George Washington Bridge. Time/Date: May 4, around 8pm-ish. I, too, have an obsession with the George Washington Bridge. However, mine involves a nagging compulsion to complete a football pass from the deck of the bridge to a buddy on the ground below. –Ryan Pissed and […]