If our father is to be believed, living in the shadow of Jason Pomeranc's Allen Street hotel is a lot like what it's like to be married: Each day you wake up with something uglier and uglier. The Lower East Side hotel is slogging towards completion, even as Pomeranc flirts with moving to Miami. Last week, a muddy Debbie Downer glass fa ade went up, and it was soon followed by a slate gray panel siding. Without the color of Blue or the light airiness of THOR, it seems like Pomeranc is subscribing to the Secretive Government Organization school of architecture. Ominous! —Josh

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