The House of Beautiful Chairs is about as close as you're gonna get to a squat without having to keep a knife under your pillow, just a dirty little house in a part of Little Village that seems fairly intimidating at night. I don't know how fair or apt that description is, I mean, when I parked out front there were little kids and their families playing frisbie on the grassy street median, but there were also some hard looking dudes holding down the corners of the street like thug paperweights. The house was actually pretty nice given what it was. The people who live there are all pretty young, and it looks like a young person's apartment. Alleyed furniture, drawing taped and tacked haphazardly to the walls, tagged up flags and tapestries.