Everything the Party Left Behind

Mark Hunter—The Cobra Snake—built his career pointing a camera at the mid-2000s party circuit: basement shows, rooftop hangs, the velvet-rope-adjacent chaos of downtown LA youth culture. His photographs have a specific quality—flash-blown, everyone caught mid-motion, the walls either very cheap or very expensive—that made them feel like documents of a moment that knew it was happening. The Cobra Shop extends that into objects: prints, merchandise, the standard commercial gesture of turning a personal mythology into something you can own. Which is fine. Some mythologies are worth hanging on a wall.