Halloween is always interesting. You start out somewhere, with some people, drinking something. Maybe you’re wearing a costume. Maybe you just think you are. It’s where the night takes you that makes it worthwhile.
This past Saturday night, I found myself in a car with 4 women heading to a party in North Hollywood. Someone said we were going to The Compound. Sure, whatever.
What I found when I got there was my old fraternity house. Or what smelled like it. Faucets that did not work, An attic room above a hallway. A tree house. A half-pipe. A school bus where some dude and his aquarium live.
Everyone was there. Castro. Waldo. Amy Winehouse.
Two girls dressed like t.A.T.u., wearing name tags of “Jack” and “Jill,” collected beer money in a baseball cap. Amused, I gave them a $20, for a keg that would never arrive.
I would later find out that the strange inhabitants of The Compound aren’t just a couple of WTFs. They’re also mechanics. Skaters. Rockers. And designers? Yeah. The Compound is home to Elmer Avenue, “One-of-a kind artwork on one-of-a-kind jackets, made in Los Angeles, CA USA.”
You guys are one-of-a-kind alright. Let me know when that keg arrives.
Photo from Elmer Ave. They make clothes. And they know how to party.