You know that scene in Hook when all of the lost boys come swinging out of the trees to greet Peter Pan? It was pretty much like that but instead of a treehouse it was a 4000 square ft. tin lunch box warehouse in the middle of Inglewood. The Casa was a haven for the uninhibited. “Go ahead, see if the table saw will destroy that.”  “Sure, build a 35 ft tall cross out of milk crates.”  “Yes, you can weld all those bike frames together.” “Yeah, we should probably fire off that flame cannon in here.” “Hey guys, I found a spec of wall that isn’t covered in paint!”  The Casa welcomed all travelers that could find it for as long as they needed. “It wasn’t how long you stayed, it was how you stayed.” Many of them became caught in the singularity that was the Casa and would become permanent residents.  It was a space without comparison.  In my humblest opinion, the Casa was the most beautiful place in all of Los Angeles.  I stumbled upon the space about two years ago and was instantly entranced by its beauty and was compelled to stave off my ideas of running away from LA.

These are various views of the space and its residents. The last photo was on the last day before we all moved out.