Kevin L.
Yelp
Having lived my recent decade in DC and Raleigh, NC, these cities established my 1st-Friday metric.
I look for a variety of artistic expression to consume, from the eclectic, the profane, the clever and risqué; to the cold contemporary, the classically divine, the vapid upscale snobbery, and safe, unrevealing motifs for the bathroom wall. Plated throughout the exhibits and studios were tasteful bites, a sip of wine here, and a rehydration by water there. The venues were comfortably crowded, enough to hobnob and feel social yet anonymous, even for the people-phobic. In all, you could stick to one warehouse or venture down a block or two to something completely different.
What does this have to do with the Las Vegas First Friday? Everything. And nothing. When I arrived with high hopes for the self-proclaimed 18b Arts District near to my home, I was disappointed something quick. Plastic America. And I should not have been surprised. No one should. You are what you eat, and Las Vegas has made its name on devouring and shitting out the superficial, the plastic, the fake representations of the real. It celebrates addiction, playing to lose, and vacuous displays of grandeur. Don't get me wrong, there can be a dark kind of beauty to that, one might even call it a "culture" of sorts, and there are GEMS to be found, but you have to crank that one-armed bandit a good long time until LVFF pays out.
LV First Friday is less about the consumption of authentic artistic expression and celebration of the Vegas valley's crafty creators and expressionists, and more about going shoulder-to-shoulder-to-shoulder (forget it if you're wheelchair-bound) with several thousand local&touristy drunks, addicts, and EDC leftovers who are there to be seen, not to see. It's a toned-down rave, not an accessible arts display for the everyman/woman/child. It's about self-consumption, a direct reflection of its surroundings, and with two dozen or more food trucks now taking a street all to themselves, it's also primarily about consumption of carnival fare fat-maker food at rock-top pricings.
Art has been all but lost in the ever-increasing mayhem.
If that's your scene, venture on down! If not, spare yourself.