Look at it. Go on. You can’t miss it. That thing shoved into the sky like some goddamn middle finger, rising out of Brooklyn’s bones like it owns the place. The Brooklyn Tower. SHoP Architects—those slick bastards—crafted a spire that’s half art deco, half Gotham fever dream. It's blackened steel and glass, punched through with brass accents like it’s trying to remember what the past was, while cashing a fat check from the future. It took the old Dime Savings Bank and didn’t so much preserve it as mount it, like a trophy. Classy, right? ChatGPT re: "Mamet as Architecture critic"prompt
