
“We just signed the lease Thursday,” the adorable twenty-something proprietor of Wardenclyff told me while we waited for another noise band to start. “Wardenclyff” was once a tiny house that had been abused and then abandoned by its previous owners—the inside had stained dry scratchy hardwood floors and a useless sink in the middle of the room. Now, poof!, it’s suddenly an art gallery, with graffiti lining the walls inside and out, and a homemade quilt over the windows to keep out the sun. Despite the primitive accommodations, they had a grassy parking lot and a backyard and [...]