Pieces of ungodly crapitecture go up every week, and we dutifully rail against their plastic, cookie-cutter, soul-killing awfulness. But very often they exist in our minds as a sore thumb, an annoying eyesore upsetting the block. We put in the back of our mind, as too terrible to contemplate, what our city will become when these isolated pieces of shoddy "architecture" pile up and reach critical mass.
I had a horrifying vision of what that city might look like the other day as I was biking around Red Hook, looking for trouble. I came upon this deadening row of houses on Richards Street, three in a row, all completed within the last five years. The unstoppable blandness of the trio overwhelms you like a wave of nausea. The absolute and transparent ersatz quality of their materials and conception injures the eyes. There is no corner of relief, no minute aspect of beauty to latch your peepers in hopes of momentary solace. It's all dreck.
Notice how every detail is fake and half-assed: the quasi bay windows; the half-hearted cornice on one, the why-bother shingled "roof" on another; the barely there lintels (where there are lintels at all); the afterthought keystones on the one of the left; and rotten, rotten, cheapo windows on all three.
These buildings are not worth having a pigeon shit on. And this is what the City's prepared to vote back into office for four more years next month.