Just when we were about to brave Himself ourselves, into our inbox from a favorite Reader (a personality in the strange world of architectural publishing) drops what we can only imagine—not having read it—is an accurate summary of Herbert Muschamp's recent and copious ejaculation. (Think deeper! Why are you all so filthy?) We share it with you because we care. And because it gets us off the hook; we don't want to risk tempering our love of the Word with the Word itself.

Summary: Two Columbus Circle is a queer building, but its queer-cred has been lost because all these gay men died of AIDS, and now nobody knows anything about the building. Everyone is ignunt now, especially Landmarks. Only the gays knew that Huntington Hartford was really Bobby Darin, and that he liked Singapore slings. Now before they became artistically endowed gay men, they were yellow-haired children growing up in the Village of the Damned, between Greenwich and Darien. They didn't like it there, so they moved to New York and made Edward Durell Stone design a queer building for Columbus Circle. Meanwhile, a few blocks south, Pennsylvania Station was being a really bad building, but a really good one, too. Mr. Hartford had a collection of poodle art that he kept in the gallery, which is why it had no windows. Isabella Stewart Gardner lived there once with some bisexual named Swanky. Later on, it's revealed that Mies van der Rohe and Henry Mancini collaborated on the Seagram Building, but until this article was published, only gay men knew about the Mancini contribution. Piero della Francesca, Botticelli, and Vermeer, thought dead for quite some time, have been discovered living in the Village of the Damned between Greenwich and Darien. Finally, we are asked to face the shocking revelation that Brad Cloepfil is not only Swiss, he spells his name wrong. I'm breathless.

And so are we.

· Muschamp: Here. Queer. Get Used to It? [The Gutter]

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