We're squinting at the image. It looks like maybe but we can't be sure. Which would be all ironical and shit given what she did to him. Der Bitter Realist has the skinny from Gansevoort and Berlin:

A quick jaunt to "city formerly known as East Berlin" for my semi-annual schnitzelfest and a stroll in the city's annual marathon exhilerated the Bitter Realist, and not just because the schnitzel was fantastic (it was), or because we finished the race under my goal of 7.5 hours (I did, barely), but because we stumbled across what might be a minor piece of architectural thievery, perpetrated by none other than that reclusive New York firm SHoP. During a late-night cab ride back from the deep recesses of the leather room at the Tacheles Bar, we noticed a smattering of white stripes glowing menacingly along the Schiffbauerdamm. Heavily sedated, TBR was quick enough on the draw to catch a blurry shot of the edifice. A bit of quick research the next day (nüchtern schließlich!) led the Bitter Realist to the firm of Nalbach and Nalbach and a completion date of the year 2000, a full three years before the unveiling of, as I like to call it, the Combination Filet and Strip Steak. Someone check Gregg's Orbitz account for a late 20th century skipover to Berlin—I think Herr Pasquarelli owes Johanne und Gernot a phone call.

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