After the late, famed, buzz-cut topped architect Paul Rudolph, this term now refers to any of innumerable mid-century modernist structures facing the wrecking ball. The incipient debris is occassionally a masterpiece yet, more often than not, of mediocre value. The passion gathered behind saving such an edifice represents an ominous sign of future protests to save lousy dryvit-clad works by Michael Graves and Taft architects.
Ah, man - another Breuer building is about to get Rudolphed. Gather the troops!