The youth of today yearn for the house party, and at Downtown’s 99 Warehouse, that’s exactly what they get.
My recent night inside one of Los Angeles’ wildest kink parties was elaborate, artsy, dirty, chaotic, confusing, and strangely wholesome. The parties, thrown by a self-described “movie character” named Lydia, feel like immersive fever dreams stitched together from performance art, underground club culture, and a complete rejection of shame.
Warehouse 99 sits deep in the Fashion District, tucked inside an unmarked warehouse where, if you stay late enough, you'll start to hear the distant cawing of Lydia's pet rooster.