citylikeyou — Cafe Lafayette — New York by Patrick Jacobs

New York / Restaurant

This little French-Morroccan restaurant is a perfect place for meeting artist friends and, of course, great escargot.

Website
99cafelafayette.com

Address
Cafe Lafayette, Cafe Lafayette, New York, United States

Artist

Current city: New York

patrickjacobs.info

Patrick Jacobs lives and works in Brooklyn, New York. He studied art at the School of the Art Institute of Chicago and is represented by Pierogi Gallery in Williamsburg, Brooklyn. His work, including sculpture, photography and video, is often characterized by a kind of pseudo-science or homespun natural phenomena. “When one settles down to a new home, they immediately set out to discover those things which captivate and hold meaning for them. I moved to Brooklyn, New York in 1999 and twelve years later, I’m still writing my own personal travel guide of the city’s unlimited attractions and temptations.”

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