At the end of Soi Ekamai there's a set of stairs leading up to an area of abandoned shops overgrown with plants and splattered with art and graffiti. The ground is a mix of broken tiles, glass, garbage, and spray cans, and a spirit house cements the sense of loneliness. Destitute looking stuffed toys are lurking around some of the shops and the bar in the back has a squatter's bed amid the columns. It looks like they started to take the place apart with sledge hammers but for whatever reason left it to rot instead. Walking around there are several nice pieces of graffiti and then stunningly several unique pictures painted on the wall. All of sudden I'm in a hidden art space. There are some gems, and my faith in over-commercialized Bangkok is slightly restored. The area is sunny, and I feel we could reclaim this space, set up some chairs and have drink or a story or two.
Feeling satisfied, I go to check out the downstairs area, a few dogs sleeping in a unused, small parking garage backed by an old bar in the back. I enter the back bar area and it's dark enough to make the hairs raise on my arms. After a few minutes my eyes have adjusted but it's still creepy, there are two pitch black rooms where I can make out piles of junk. Around the side, and next door there is an abandoned lot/lumber yard with a rusted tin roof split and raining down around me. There are two spirit houses and a Khlong in the back, the walking here is a bit more difficult, and the trees and vines have begun to snake and reclaim the area.
Here are the rest, a lot of graffiti, random pictures.
