They call it 18b, but it might as well be the beating heart of post-apocalyptic paradise—where dive bars outnumber chain stores, murals scream from the walls, and you can get a tattoo, a craft cocktail, and a mid-century armchair all on the same block.

Step off the Strip and into a fever dream of vintage neon, garage rock, and the holy trinity of tacos, tequila, and torn denim. This is not the Vegas they show you in the brochures—this is the underground, the alleyway art crawl, the backyard brewery where the brewer might also be your bartender and your DJ.

Welcome to the 18b Las Vegas Arts District. Come hungry, come thirsty, come weird, and don’t forget to look up—the best stories are written in spray paint and tattoos. Click on the image to see what’s going on in the area