I’m so afraid: the butt-ugly Eagle Electric apartments are going on sale, and the developers say they’re “artistic.” Judging from the exterior–and every other heinous Pistilli project in Astoria–I can’t imagine what that could possibly mean. Except perhaps a lot of mirrors?

Maybe Peter and Ali will do an encore of their gay-couple-from-Jackson-Heights act, and check these out too.

(For pics, see this post.)