Unveiling CAMP-CRISIS: The Ultimate Guide to Our Camp Flog Gnaw Pre-Party

It’s been over two years since we threw that impromptu Call Me If You Get Lost listening party on Melrose — the one where Tyler, the Creator showed up unannounced after seeing it online. That night was wild. After that, we pulled off a sick Y2K-themed party, but truthfully, nothing else really came together. Once the pandemic ended, life moved fast — and plans fell behind.

But I made a promise to Tyler that night. That we’d do it again — better. So when Camp Flog Gnaw announced its return in May 2023 after a three-year hiatus, I knew it was time.

We hit the ground running — looking for venues, locking in sponsors, rallying the crew. And let me tell you, it was not easy. Contrary to what outsiders think, L.A. nightlife isn’t what it used to be. Clubs closed down. Promoters disappeared. I toured at least 12 venues across DTLA and Hollywood — from 300 to 1500-cap spaces — and almost all were struggling just to stay open. Desperate owners. Weird vibes. Nothing locked in.

Meanwhile, we were already filming promo and pushing the event across socials — no venue, no backup plan, just full-send energy. And yeah... I made the dumbass move of selling tickets before locking anything down. But by some miracle, day-one sales popped off hard. Enough to finally rent a venue off ticket money alone.

With that momentum, sponsors finally came through:

– Ezze Live, live-streaming vintage resellers giving away Golf Wang

– Plug Play, setting up a 21+ dab bar with bongs upstairs

We were rolling.

Then came the curveball.

Golf Wang hit us with a lawsuit.

We called the party “Flog-Mob” and promoted it as a “Camp Flog Gnaw Pre-Party” so fans could link up beforehand. Golf Wang didn’t like that one bit. Cease-and-desist emails. Weird SUVs following me. Even got pulled over by an unmarked cop who told me my license had been suspended for over a year — despite me hitting the DMV countless times since. Something was off. Felt like surveillance.

But I found the loophole. We killed the old flyers, renamed the event Camp Crisis, pushed fresh promos, and kept every single ticket locked without paying a cent to Golf Wang. By another miracle, I got my license reinstated the day before the event.

With the homies flying into L.A., venue ready, and license back in hand — it was go time.

Camp Crisis kicked off with last-minute setups, vendor arrivals, and street vibes out front. We screen printed tees live and gave out magazines to the early crowd. As the sun went down, the party ramped up.

Tattoos in the back

Dab bar by Plug Play

Custom prints by LOWHEADS

Ezze live-streaming it all

A surprise DJ set from Left Brain and me to shut the night down

The whole thing felt like a full-circle moment. From a spontaneous listening party to a fully curated experience: photos from past issues on the walls, contributors and collaborators greeting fans, and live performances from artists we believe in — TGBEAM, SheLuvsPrxda, Rimera (from the UK for their first U.S. show), and of course, Left Brain pulling up again to show love.

This was the sendoff the magazine deserved — three years of grinding finally brought to life in one unforgettable night. Camp Crisis wasn’t just an event — it was a statement.