We're certain you've all noticed the long Blind Item hiatus. Our conjecture is that the old Sniper—two back, natch (bye bye Becca!)—became so obsessed with Our Lady of the Infinite Whisper that he didn't want to ever air her out. What a crying shame. But here she is this fine, fine day, helping us all to understand that this is a moment for new beginnings, fresh-scented starts, and a return to the biliary bibulousness for which you, sad sows, seek out this well of filth. So to mark the day, to help erase the saccharine tang of The Gutter's late regret, to give you something to chat about when your sweet inamorata calls, to fill silences, to bring noise, to divert, appall, and consternate—but above all to entertain!!!!—we debut today with a Blind Item to end all Blind Items. And we hope you're feeling strong.

Which architect recently wore black to a public event? In case someone missed the point, he also wore funny glasses. Earlier that day he reportedly strutted about the office making pronouncements about form and fate, borrowed the work of an underling to impress a new client, lied to a reporter, lied to his wife, and bawled out a contractor for errors that were in fact his own. There was shock and confusion—no one had ever seen anything like it.

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