Nola Art House

Amazing unreal place
Have only been to climb with some friends but it’s truly magical

One of the great treasures off of the beaten path, «the Treehouse» looms behind a condemned house, behind a condemned gas station, behind an overpass off of Esplanade. The house hosts a variety of travelers, artists, and other attractive, homeless vagabonds under 30, while the TREEhouse hosts anyone who might pop in for a visit! Current residents of the spot came out to greet us, and even spared a couple of eggs from the beautifully terrifying hens that take up residency beneath the roped, wooden structure that sits nearly 50 feet above. If you’re ever in the ‘hood, stop by if you don’t mind squeezing through a fence to get in– it’s worth it to sit atop a towering tree, drinking a miller lite and overlooking all of New Orleans

This place is amazing, and I think bounce/​house music is awful.
Whoever doesn’t see that the creators of the tree house are hard workers is an idiot. This is an amazing piece of art (and fun) that was created out of authentic vision and desire. They cared to make it safe, fun, unique, and continue come up with new ideas. It’s a shame un-​copratized efforts are often overlooked when they are often full of the most blood, sweat and tears.
With that being said, the Treehouse is a blast to climb (or just look up at in awe if you are afraid of heights). The residents throw some neat events such as free markets, art shows, and dance parties.
I always bring out-​of-​towners to climb the delights of the treehouse. A true example of what makes New Orleans unique

It’s hard to write a review for the Art House. It’s pretty dirty. Ok, it’s REALLY dirty. But that doesn’t mean it’s bad. You just shouldn’t wear white.
Did you know they have a tree house in NOLA? They do, and it’s not some little piss-​ant (that’s French) store bought stack of logs that daddy brought home from Walmart. It’s a full on, use the handrail or you’ll tumble to your death, I can see my house… in Baton Rouge… from here TREE HOUSE.
I had the pleasure of going down the slide. If it wasn’t dark and I was seeing a little more clearly, I wouldn’t have done it. Although maybe I’ll try again because perennial resident/​resident DJ, Mike Phedusha promises that they are cementing in the landing area to make it a pool instead of a stack of mattresses.
I would say that Vince S. left a review that truly speaks of what is possible here. I would say more but I choose to plead the 5^th.

Dance, paint, talk, dance, climb, swing, dance, talk, climb, swing, make out, dance, talk, run out of things to talk about, make out, climb, swing, go home, hook up, return, dance, paint, swing, realize you shouldn’t have come back, dance-​leave, go home, hook up … wait three days. write review that may have some embellishments.
This place is a potential dream land for every Mad Max loving, fashion-​hawked, steam punk artist, hoolahooping their once was beergut into a fly enough cut of ass worthy my 4 very voluptuous stars.
Props to the Canucks, and others, that built the Nola thunderdome.
Thank You!
The X