Fat Village Grows Up

Fat Village Grows Up

There was a time when FAT Village belonged almost entirely to the night. On the last Saturday of the month, warehouse doors rolled open and the neighborhood came alive. Artists hung fresh canvases on concrete walls while sculptors rearranged half-finished work under fluorescent lights. Food trucks idled along dusty sidewalks as people drifted between studios, plastic cups in hand, following music that spilled from every building. For years, that…