Karrie Jacobs


July 7, 2020

Regarding Mount Rushmore


“And then, in what may be the strangest drive of the trip, I head west and south to Mt. Rushmore, accompanied along the way by a swarm of bikers that grows thicker as I get closer to the monument until, on the final approach road I feel like a float in a parade. In my Volkswagen, I am the only non-biker in a stream miles long. I pull into   a concrete parking garage that works like a woofer,

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April 30, 2020

Party City

The Kingston, NY Shopping Mall District during the pandemic.

I’d be lying if I said my fascination with walking in places where pedestrians are not exactly welcome began in late 2018 when, on assignment for Curbed, I journeyed on foot to LaGuardia Airport, accompanied by photographer Stanley Greenberg.  The truth is that I’ve spent most of my life fascinated by non-places, the portions of the man made environment for which no one has bothered to craft an image,

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April 4, 2020

The Purim Principle


What I wish we could do right now is dust off our pussy hats and pour into the streets to protest Trump’s criminally dysfunctional response to the coronavirus pandemic. And we also need to loudly condemn the things he’s doing while he thinks we’re too distracted by our dying neighbors to notice (like his Friday evening firing of Michael Atkinson, the intelligence community watchdog who informed Congress of the Ukraine whistleblower’s complaint).

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January 2, 2020

The Great 2020s Blogging Revival Starts Here

A glimpse of the Oculus, February 2016, during a hardhat tour of the complex.

When I started Tweeting in 2013, I stopped blogging.

I think many of us — maybe most of us — did. We moved from hammering out thoughts on our own websites to making quick hits on social media. Whatever blogs remained were professionalized, less about the exploration of half-formed ideas and more about monetizing them.

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January 26, 2017

Regarding Refugees


Back in October, when I walked into the small gallery at MoMA that housed an exhibition called “Insecurities: Tracing Displacement and Shelter,” the thing that caught my attention was a Dorothea Lange photo called Young Mother, a Migrant taken in California in 1937.  It’s not the same one you see above, but similar.  It was a reminder that once, in our own country, millions of people became what relief organizations now call  Internally Displaced Persons [IDPs]. 

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January 19, 2017

Prospect Park on the Day Before the Inauguration


January sunrise in Prospect Park’s Long Meadow.

One of the things I’ve been working on lately is trying to understand Prospect Park for what it is, a work of engineered nature.  I’ve been trying to figure out how to write about a place I visit daily, how to analyze a familiar landscape that was willed into being, conjured from swampy ground and farmland, 

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April 1, 2016

Zaha Hadid: A Memory


Zaha Hadid’s Moon System sofa for B&B Italia, London 2007


Confession:  I have still never set foot in one of Zaha Hadid’s buildings.  Nor have I ever written about her except in passing.  I think I met her once, briefly, at a conference where we were both speakers, but if the discussion went beyond the bare minimum, I have no recollection of it.

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