MANIFESTO

“To those immersed in the blissfulness of exquisiteness, all life is perfectly clear.  This clarity is paradoxically found in the very uncertainty of life...Their legacy to the world is to dismantle all concepts of how one should live or what paths enable one to get to a certain state.” --Richard Rudd

“LOVE THE PLAYERS. FUCK THE GAME.”

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A semi-public place for changing

The Locker Room is a femme-owned creative house that comprises an art collective, a recording studio, and a gallery based in Brooklyn, New York. Like any good locker room, the house is a safe place to strip down and change.  We honor and celebrate multi-persona individuals--the moonlighters, the alter-egos, the ever-evolving narrators. Why have just one spirit animal when you can be the entire damn jungle?  

The people behind the scenes are its’ muses, a crew of artists and hustlers following their own genius, creating and recreating, brought together by a common lifestyle and values. The Locker Room is as varied and in flux as its team; it can transform from an art exhibit into a psych-rock jam session, from a five-course sit down dinner to a music video shoot, from some chick’s apartment to an all night disco.  In this locker room, we don’t talk about grabbing women by the pussies but we do fix their wigs, slap their asses, and cheer for their successes.  Anyone who is unapologetically themselves and leaves it all on the field is welcome.

We believe that when you truly love the cast of characters in your story, you have the power to rewrite the narrative and create your own game.
So…“LOVE THE PLAYERS. FUCK THE GAME.”

-SAMARA BLISS, FOUNDER