Krump Dancers Reimagine Public Space

Around 2:15 a.m. a police car rolls up flashing its siren in a strip mall parking lot in the San Fernando Valley. The stores are closed. Few restaurants are open. The lot is empty, except for silhouettes gathered in a circle under a bright lamp. A parked car blasts hip-hop music through an open door. Some nod their heads to the beat, chest popping and foot stomping, waiting for a turn in the center. Others watch, chat, joke.

The car slowly approaches, then stops. It beams a spotlight in the group's direction. Catching sight of the cops, a young man pushes the circle open into a half moon, giving them an unobstructed view.

"Let them see we're just dancing," he says. As the people part, a lone male krumper pops into view. Ignoring the cops, the dancer throws his arms to the sky, hops on one knee and bounces up again.

"Show them how you roll, Lil' C," someone yells from the circle.

If they recognize the soloist, the cops don't show it. Lil' C was one of the stars of Dave LaChapelle's 2005 documentary Rize, and is seen on TV as a guest judge on FOX's "So You Think You Can Dance." Just following orders, the cops are determined to shut down the 818 Session, named after its area code. An officer shouts to the crowd through his megaphone that he has received noise complaints.

Lil' C still doesn't stop.

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He hits his elbow with his knee, swings both arms alternately through his legs, tilts forward and steps back. Eventually, he plants his last foot stomp and walks off, blending into the circle. Disappointed, the dancers slowly disperse, retreat to their cars and drive home.

Lil' C challenges the logic: "If you see that we're not doing anything at all that merits you taking us down to the station, then why are you pestering us? I know there's some sort of robbery going on. There's some sort of 211 going on; some 187 that just took place. You need to be handling that. Not this over here, because we're not doing anything. But when they come, we're used to it. We got backup session spots. We shift it around."

The 818 Session happens every Wednesday around midnight in the massive parking lot in North Hollywood. It has become a ritual for the dancers that show up each week. It's neutral ground, a safe space far from krump dancing's birthplace in South Los Angeles. Many of the dancers travel from far away to get here. Others, many of the founders of krump, have permanently relocated to North Hollywood from South L.A.

Before Occupy Wall Street set up in Zuccotti Park, these krump dancers were taking over the parking lot to assert their humanity. The 818 Session reimagines the use of this public space, which was created to facilitate capital and commerce, and transforms it into an opportunity for creative expression, emotional release and community building. The dancers, for a variety of reasons, including lack of money and available community space, do not have a more formal meeting place. This weekly performance ritual allows this dance community to gather and express themselves on open, safe ground.

Public space is scarce, and more of it is being privatized each day, which means more of it exists for the people who can afford to be there, and less can be used for community interaction and play. This dance and the space in which it is performed facilitate cross-cultural exposure, understanding and the sharing of ideas, and ultimately, has helped grow a South L.A. street dance style into a global phenomenon.

Celebrating its 10th anniversary, krump has spilled into public spaces, reaffirming the needs of a multicultural city's residents to express, bond and interact in safe public space, which is disappearing as the U.S. wealth gap continues to grow.

Jessica Koslow is currently pursuing a master's in Specialized Journalism (The Arts) at USC Annenberg School for Communication and Journalism writing her thesis on krumping.


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Loving this.


I live behind that "empty lot". It's been terrible not being to sleep in the middle of the week for years now. I've called the police, but they are too understaffed to handle the issue. The lot management company refuses to handle it either. My wife and I work very early in the morning as do most in our neighborhood.

I love the artistry of this movement. It's good to see people expressing themselves as straight up emotionally as they can. So much better than the violence this city is used to. I used to 'break' back in the day and see the threads in common.

I wish there was a way to have both the informal, non-approved, unsanctioned, and free use of open space AND the neighbors being able to sleep from the hours of midnight to -4am.

It has been at least 2+ years of every Wednesday night screaming, hollering, yelling, and music (some I would like under waking hours). I hate to take this to the next legal level, but the constant barrage of noise isn't possible to withstand anymore.

I hope there is a better place and time for this group in the future. If not, so be it.

-The Neighborhood behind the wall


I find it sad that there is no set public space for this kind of expression at whatever time it needs to come out.

However, there is a neighborhood directly behind where this happens every Wednesday night. I know, I've been hearing the screaming, yelling, hollering, and music for years now.

I'm for the art of it. The disruption and evolution of it. I'm for people randomly expressing themselves however and to whomever they see fit. I used to skate, break, and generally carry on all night when I was younger as well. The hammer always came down when it involved weeknight noise. I eventually, begrudgingly accepted that.

After two years of not sleeping every Wednesday night, I'm for it no longer. It's a maddening sound of tortured souls literally crying out in the night. It's a vast cacophony of anger and anguish at the asylum. Multiplied by the randomness of when and how many decide to show up.

My wife is a teacher. My neighbors are retired. There are many families and hardworking people in this neighborhood that are struggling too. We all need sleep in the middle of the night, in the middle of the work week.

I've walked by the chaos to see what was happening. It does seem harmless, until I return home and cannot sleep because of the sheer volume of bleating voices and rumble of subwoofers.

This is not a victimless expression of one's struggle. I wish it were, but after YEARS of sleepless Wednesdays, I must express myself too, it's time to stop.

-The Neighbors Behind the Wall