Archive for the ‘Washington Heights’ Category

In which The Gay Recluse becomes increasingly obsessed with The George Washington Bridge. Yesterday morning. Yesterday evening. I too had an obsession with the GWB when I lived in the Heights in the ’80s. Mine was doing as much cruising as possible under that majestic bridge. The “little red lighthouse” was used for a probably […]


In which The Gay Recluse rather quickly dies of lung cancer. It’s bad enough when the smoke is spewing across rooftops in the distance, but it’s quite another thing when it’s blowing right through your living room window. When is the city going to get serious about inspecting these shitty boilers? Plus it’s getting worse, […]


In which The Gay Recluse takes what he can get. Summer is by far the worst season in Washington Heights. Stereos are constantly blaring, there’s trash everywhere, the elevators and street corners are filled with macho-man drunks. When a woman walks down the street and these geniuses make a big production of staring at her […]


In which The Gay Recluse becomes increasingly obsessed with the George Washington Bridge. Yesterday. Today. 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 Petty (March 31, […]


In which The Gay Recluse contemplates the urge to shit on the world. In our apartment building, trash collection is not exactly arduous: all you have to do is put it out by the elevators between the hours of six and nine, morning or evening. For some, however, this is too much to ask, so […]


In which The Gay Recluse becomes increasingly obsessed with the George Washington Bridge. Time/Date: Today, after the rain. The bridge is named in honor of George Washington, the first President of the United States. —Wikipedia


In which The Gay Recluse becomes increasingly obsessed with manhole covers. Location: Edgecomb Avenue and 159th Street Is this the best manhole cover ever? Perhaps it is. We could stare at this for a thousand years, on or off drugs. Whenever anyone asks me for something to put into a time capsule, I tell them […]


In which The Gay Recluse introduces the pitcher plants. This is the first year for our new pitcher plants (Sarracenia). Flies, we have one message for you: beware! The pitcher plant will eat you for breakfast, lunch and dinner. And dessert, too.


In which The Gay Recluse becomes increasingly obsessed with The George Washington Bridge. Today we were reading on Gawker about how to be a successful traffic whore blogger. Number one was “listicles,” which we sometimes do.  This is sort of a list, right? Then “creating coherent characters.” We definitely could use some work in that […]


In which The Gay Recluse becomes increasingly obsessed with The George Washington Bridge. Time of Photographs: June 17, 2008, sunset. Today some guy called us a “pansy” on Curbed. Our feelings were hurt! Lol. We’re still kind of weak, but living in Washington Heights for ten years has toughened us up. The Gay Recluse is […]


In which The Gay Recluse sees remnants of craft in the morning commute. This is where we stand every morning to wait for the train. And dream of stenciling this pattern onto the walls of our office.


In which The Gay Recluse becomes increasingly obsessed with The George Washington Bridge. Time of Photographs: June 16, 2008 — dusk. We find these clouds infinitely fascinating. Others may find them ugly or unattractive. We can accept that. “The George Washington Bridge over the Hudson is the most beautiful bridge in the world. Made of […]


In which The Gay Recluse asks The Central Park Conservancy to rethink its mailing-list purchases. So a few days ago we received a personal note from Douglas Blonsky, President, Central Park Conservancy and Central Park Administrator. Here it is, with our favorite excerpts! Dear Matthew: I imagine you treasure Central Park for the oasis that […]


In which The Gay Recluse goes to the museum. Consider the old panels on the subway platform wall, and observe the finely wrought precision with which each strip of peeling paint has by the hands of time been distressed in the subtlest shades of gold and silver, all displayed in a collage with the glue […]


In which The Gay Recluse becomes increasingly obsessed with the George Washington Bridge. Date of Photographs: June 15, afternoon. We’d like to introduce you to George Washington Bridge, our longtime companion. Yes, it’s our husband. It’s our wife and it’s our life. “I, too am obsessed with the George Washington Bridge, and have been ever […]


In which The Gay Recluse is blown away by grand, tessellated spaces. On Friday we went apartment hunting with a friend of ours who wants to move uptown. We didn’t have much time — we were with a realtor — but managed to snap a few shots of these foyers. (We’ll try to get some […]


In which The Gay Recluse becomes increasingly obsessed with MHCs (“manhole covers”). Location: Broadway and 161st, Washington Heights This pattern would look great anywhere, but mostly in the hospitals and office buildings. Whenever anyone asks me for something to put into a time capsule, I tell them not to bother. The manhole covers will last […]


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 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 […]