citylikeyou — My Couch — New York by Patrick Jacobs

New York / Place

Long afternoon naps rarely happen here, sadly. But I never stop fantasizing.

Address
My Couch, 75 Ocean Avenue, 2G, Brooklyn, New York, United States

Current city: New York

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.”

More Places in New York 452

New York / Bookstore

The design and photography floor at Barnes & Noble bookstore in Union Square.

New York / Shop

Love this shop. Has a coffee shop and a space to work in. There is plenty of light and everything is gorgeous!

New York / Art Centre

Best contemporary art museum in NY, have to take a train that goes along the Hudson river (best views during fall season!) / rent a car. This museum only uses natural light, and has pieces from Richard Serra, Judd, Sol Lewitt, Walter de Maria, Robert Smithson, Flavin, all best of the best!

New York / Bar

This is one of my favorite bars in Manhattan. It has a courtyard in the middle and they only serve a large selection of Belgian beer. It's always dark with red lights so it's like a giant darkroom with everyone developing hangovers instead of film. The courtyard creates a front bar that is open on the weekends, so if you get cornered talking about architecture you can escape over to the front bar and watch people walk down 4th street.

New York / Transport

Coming back from from New Haven, we got off at Grand Central and he took me down one of the concourses to the place with the vaulted ceiling. He stood at one corner and I stood at another and we whispered into the walls, our voices drifting across to each other.