Archive for the ‘Architecture’ Category

In which The Gay Recluse is small. Time/Location of Pictures: 35th Street between Madison and Fifth Avenue, some night last week. It’s not exactly a revelation to say that the city is filled with infinite borders, many of which are strictly maintained. But there’s something comforting in the utility of a nicely designed fence. As […]


In which The Gay Recluse updates his informal but rather telling quantitative analysis of Modern Love, the weekly Style Section (of The Times) column in which openly gay writers almost never appear, and even less frequently describe a romantic relationship. This week’s piece: Want To Be My Boyfriend? Please Define by Marguerite Fields Subject: In […]


In which The Gay Recluse says goodbye to the cruelest month. Our hands were shaking a little bit, here. (It’s been a tough few weeks, hasn’t it?)


In which The Gay Recluse reports on monthly traffic whoring metrix to the Board of Directors. I. Summary After a record month of whoring in March, we experienced a slight dip in April. But! It was still our second best month on record. II. Traffic Whoring Metrix WordPress Total Views March: 13,957 Grand Total Number […]


In which The Gay Recluse lives in an alternate reality. For a long time we’ve kept an eye on the triple vacant lot at 573-577 West 161st Street, which we walk by  every day on our way to the 163rd Street subway station. In January, we were pleasantly surprised to see two of the three […]


In which The Gay Recluse leaves New York. Last month we went to Pittsburgh for a few days. Even though we “grew up” there, it was almost like visiting a new (as in unfamiliar) city. We always lived in the suburbs, and almost never went into the city except to see the Penguins! This time […]


In which The Gay Recluse holds a contest. Sort of. Today we received two unofficial entries for the contest, “unofficial” because 1) the first statue is in Europe and we are primarily interested in locating the hottest gay statues in the U.S., and 2) the second statue doesn’t exist except in someone’s photoshopallucination! Yet we […]


In which The Gay Recluse becomes a flaneur. Date of pictures: April 23, 2008 Location: 35th Street between 5th Avenue and Madison. We often think about the city streets as we would the surface of a lake. We imagine worlds beneath us we cannot ever see. The windows down are beautiful, however. Looking through them, […]


In which The Gay Recluse watches plants. With a nasty apartment building looming over our garden, we felt we had no choice but to plant bamboo, and not the clumping variety either, but the running kind you read about taking over the earth. We rented a truck last summer and drove to a small town […]


In which The Gay Recluse works in the garden. Time of Photographs: April 20, 2008, afternoon (ish) Today, a first in the garden! We heard an opera singer. She was doing scales in a nearby apartment. Her window was definitely open. She was loud! And she was struggling to hit her high notes. (She was […]


In which The Gay Recluse becomes increasingly obsessed with the George Washington Bridge. Date of photographs: April 18, 2008, 8:00pm-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 […]


In which The Gay Recluse becomes increasingly obsessed with The George Washington Bridge. Time and date of photographs: April 17, 2008, 7:00 – 8:00 pm (ish). Originally the George Washington Bridge was meant to be clad in stone but fortunately they ran out of money. This is not a pattern we ever get tired of […]


In which The Gay Recluse holds a contest. Sort of. Today reader Jason sent in the following note along with some pictures: I don’t know why I never really noticed this before, but the statuary at Columbus Circle and Central Park West is really gay. There’s two seriously built guys who seem to be having […]


In which The Gay Recluse becomes increasingly obsessed with the George Washington Bridge. Date of Photographs: April 13, 2008 The clouds over the bridge were riveting today. It made us remember: once we were in Vermont, on tour with the band. We were eating dinner at a restaurant overlooking Lake Champlain. (The sixth great lake.) […]


In which The Gay Recluse documents the ruins of Washington Heights and self-referentially quotes an earlier post. Date: April 6, 2008 Location: 161st Street between Broadway and Amsterdam Hello, friendly lion! 100 years ago, you were not such a big deal, but now you would cost $50,000 at Olde Good Things. We’re glad you’re attached […]


In which The Gay Recluse admires random acts of beauty garbage. If you’re like us, you’ve long wondered what would happen if you took the world’s largest (and Con Edison branded!) tote, propped it open with a broken sawhorse and left it for a week on 35th Street and 5th Avenue. Would anyone move it? […]


In which The Gay Recluse updates his informal but rather telling quantitative analysis of Modern Love, the weekly Style Section (of The Times) column in which openly gay writers almost never appear, and even less frequently describe a romantic relationship. This week’s piece: When The Chutney’s Gone Subject: A very frightening woman describes a soulless […]


In which The Gay Recluse holds a contest. Sort of. Today reader Will wrote with the following update: I was just in New Orleans and got some more photos for your Hottest Gay Statues contest. They’re from the Mardi Gras World museum (http://www.mardigrasworld.com/). Laissez les bons temps rouler! Let’s see what New Orleans has to […]


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 […]


In which The Gay Recluse rather quickly gets lung cancer. Time and date of photographs: April 2, 2008, 7pm (ish) Although the worst offender seems to have abated after we called 311 a few weeks ago, there are regular emissions of nasty-looking black smoke from almost all of the rooftops. At least when it gets […]