Ah, architects, the perfect combination: alluringly creative, when they make those bold Gehry-esque brushstrokes; and reassuringly competent at the same time, because the art has to stand up. No wonder architects are so attractive to the broody Manhattan career woman in search of the father of her children, and equally compelling to writers looking to define the sensitive modern man. And that was before the high-profile competition to design a replacement for the Twin Towers. The latest: Manhattan eyewear retailers report booming demand for Daniel Libeskind glasses. The fireman look is so 2001.
Let Me Guess, You Must Be an Architect [NYT]