Kevin Abstract shares a one-story, six-bedroom house in South Central, Los Angeles with 12 of his best friends. The boys are all members of Brockhampton, a crew that the 20-year-old musician and filmmaker once described as a modern-day boy band. Their cozy space feels like a teenager’s dream manifested, a secret hangout spot and adult-free zone. No rules allowed. On a sunny evening in February, a disintegrating couch guarded the front gate, takeout boxes were scattered around the kitchen, and a plate bearing a half-eaten cake sat, as if frozen in time, on top of one of the many stacked analog TVs littering the house’s hallways.
