Every city has a forgotten pocket. A corridor where the abundance of buildings, now abandoned, becomes the desolate playground for the city's underbelly. The power dynamic between the haves and the have-nots gets twisted and flipped, like the burned out carcass of a stolen automobile. And the kids can play wherever and whenever, without fear of judgement or consequence. Welcome to Arms Forest.

Arms Forest is a sea of hands raised high, dancing in a living room. Arms Forest is stockpile of weapons, for sale out of back seats of automobiles. Arms Forest is the meeting place for lovers finding each other for the first time. Arms Forest is a symbol of chaos, danger and freedom.

Arms Forest is a feeling as much as a place. You won't be here long.

Enjoy your stay.

ARMS FOREST by The Hard Lessons - Available May 2009