the couch not taken

I am always the cat dragging shit from the street wonderful things off of the sidewalk and putting them in my home. This is generally aggravating for those around me.

Instead of taking so many rough diamonds, and letting time tell whether they get disinfected and sanded and repainted, this little treasure chest is home to the ones that got away, and a few that have made the cut.

Send me pictures of your street finds -- including pieces in your home-- with a location attached and they'll be immortalized.

You can find more things to see at www.jacobkrupnick.com
email me at jacobkrupnick *at* gmail *dot* com.
September 4
You’re walking around town, so so sad.  You eat an ice cream cone.  You change your voicemail.  You skip for one block.  Nothing’s working.  To make matters worse, the weather is nice and there’s no Lady Gaga coming out of any car windows. And suddenly you realize: what you really need is hug.  Ta-da! {Nassau Street and McGuinness Blvd, Brooklyn, NY}

You’re walking around town, so so sad.  You eat an ice cream cone.  You change your voicemail.  You skip for one block.  Nothing’s working.  To make matters worse, the weather is nice and there’s no Lady Gaga coming out of any car windows.

And suddenly you realize: what you really need is hug.  Ta-da!

{Nassau Street and McGuinness Blvd, Brooklyn, NY}