Some men spend all their lives trying to get a foot-hold in their industry, struggling up the ladder, trying in vain to be recognized for their creativity and ingenuity, then one day — one fine day — they will create something awe-inspiring, something stunning, something that makes the other members of the industry look upon it in awe and wonder.
And then you’ll go to a society ball and they’ll make you dress up like your creation:
This is from the Society of Beaux-Arts Architects annual ball, 1931. That guy in the middle, wearing a Hamburglar bathrobe? He’s the actual, real architect who designed the Empire State Building. He’s so awesome he doesn’t have to stoop to wearing a ten-story sundress like his compartiots — screw you, Mr. Waldorf-Astoria, let’s see you architect something remarkable next time! If only Sid and Marty Krofft had ever seen this picture, we might have been raised watching a TV show about a town populated by an anthropomorphic town, which would have been so recursive people’s brains would have exploded.
**Update: A sharp eyed reader has pointed out that the guy I called the Empire State Building actually looks like the Chrysler Building. JDavis is correct – that’s architect William Van Alen wearing the tippy-top of the Chrysler Building on his head. Apparently it’s a common mistake for rubes who have never been to New York before, which describes me accurately.
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but he’s wearing the Chrysler Bldg.
You are correct, J Davis — I’ll issue a mea culpa.
Oh, I never meant to imply anything like rube-osity – in fact I learn more from your blog than most and yet I’m always entertained at the same time. I’d say you’re the Dancing Waters of the Fountain of Knowledge!