oh my! the residents are going DOWNtown to oakland to party
Residents @ the French Fry Factory
Passing through the door you will find yourself in the alternative world of warehouse parties, where "alternative" does not mean a new marketing term. A partially disassemble Chevy Camero sits in the middle of the downstairs room. It is not artistically lit. It is not some dramatic statement of the "commercial world in decay". No. It is the car that belongs to the owner and it is for sale. Its stark reality of being exactly what it appears to be is disturbing in a way that contrived surrealistic statements can never be. The comfort of knowing it is only art is ripped away and we are left staring at a very sad car.