I've been hearing about a compound in the middle of bustling Atlanta where acres of land lay littered with broken barns and hidden gems of hide-outs. Where a pulsing vibe echos through the buildings as artists jam out in the old cotten gin and find sanctuary in their studios. Where the Vintage Revival pop-up market makes it home this weekend.
Entering the Goat Farm today and walking up the dirt road was like entering a different space far from the city. It almost forgave the 100+ degree heat and the Georgia sun. What didn't was soothed by a cold King of Pops chocolate and orange popsicle.