Posts Tagged ‘Le Corbusier’

In which The Gay Recluse becomes increasingly obsessed with the George Washington Bridge. Change we can believe in. “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 sky like a reversed arch. It is blessed. It is the only […]


In which The Gay Recluse becomes increasingly obsessed with the George Washington Bridge. According to Stephen, when the sky turns green like this (about half way up on the right) in Michigan, it’s time to head for the basement. “The George Washington Bridge over the Hudson is the most beautiful bridge in the world. Made […]


In which The Gay Recluse becomes increasingly obsessed with the George Washington Bridge. Ding Dong! The Witch is dead. Which old Witch? The Wicked Witch! Ding Dong! The Wicked Witch is dead. Wake up – sleepy head, rub your eyes, get out of bed. Wake up, the Wicked Witch is dead. She’s gone where the […]


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 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 increasingly obsessed with The George Washington Bridge. Time and Date of photographs: April 12, 2008, 8am, 9am and 8pm. When we woke up, you could barely see the bridge. (But it looked great in the fog!) The sun finally broke through and everything glistened. It looked surreal. Tonight it […]


In which The Gay Recluse becomes increasingly obsessed with The George Washington Bridge. Time and Date of photograph: March 31, 2008, 9:48am. Notes: The gray tone of the sky nearly matched that of the bridge. “The George Washington Bridge over the Hudson is the most beautiful bridge in the world. Made of cables and steel […]


In which The Gay Recluse becomes increasingly obsessed with The George Washington Bridge. Time and Date of morning photograph: March 20, 2008, 6:54am. Notes: Seriously, don’t these clouds look a little “Poltergeisty”? Time and Date of evening photograph: March 20, 2008, 6:54pm. Notes: We appreciate the black smoke, which is so good for our asthma. […]


In which The Gay Recluse becomes increasingly obsessed with The George Washington Bridge. Time and Date of photograph: March 19, 2008, 6:54am. Notes: A gray morning, but the cats are up. (There’s no going back to sleep.) “The George Washington Bridge over the Hudson is the most beautiful bridge in the world. Made of cables […]


In which The Gay Recluse becomes increasingly obsessed with The George Washington Bridge. Time and Date of photograph: March 18, 2008, 6:48am. Notes: It was early, but the blue and orange — i.e., together — was the best part of the day. “The George Washington Bridge over the Hudson is the most beautiful bridge in […]


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 […]


In which The Gay Recluse becomes increasingly obsessed with The George Washington Bridge. Time and Date of photograph: February 26, 2008, 7:56am. Notes: The morning light — not unlike our mood — is not so much blue as tinged with blue. “The George Washington Bridge over the Hudson is the most beautiful bridge in the […]


We were woken up by the crash of something large and fragile, not in the bedroom but somewhere close, definitely inside the apartment. The first inclination was to blame Dante or Zephyr, but they seemed equally perplexed as we examined the crystal decanters in the dining room and the earthenware collection in the living room […]