The lobster has been cracked, the steak’s been seared, and the creme brulee blow torched. The last glass of wine was served, and now Valentine’s Day is over. But the passion still rages in my turgid loins, and spills out onto everything I see.
This week, I feel the fetish that only the Lackmeyer’s of the world understand: I’m horny for buildings. That’s right, I’ve been opening up private browser tabs, scouring the darkest recesses of the internet for only the sexiest feats of engineering. I don’t look at Architectural Digest for the articles, and I’m not afraid to admit it.