If you know LA, you know that Angelenos go ga-ga for Eames chairs or any semblance of the fact that they have so-called mid-mod style (even though, I'm told, the mid-century revival is "so over."). I am not, I should admit, a card-carrying member of the mechanized mid-mod subculture (i.e. those who buy mass-produced items that lose their individuality when everyone has one), but dammit if you won't find a Herman Miller fiberglass shell-rocker in my East Side living room. So, when Modernica put on its annual warehouse sale today in the warehouse district, I trudged on down, both to perhaps look for a new find and to observe my fellow consumers in their natural habitats. It was a sight: hipsters everywhere bonding over the desire for molded fiberglass and Noguchi coffee tables so they could all share the same interior design. Five young men about my age were so impressed with my find (four rich, teal side-chairs which I've now decided to sell, they look so inappropriate at my true mid-century dining table) that they began to speak to me about what I do for a living, and how we're "all so similar" (I'm a software designer, said one, I'm a producer, I'm a musician, I'm a writer; We are all cool enough for this furniture!). Below, find some imagery of the experience, including a shot of the hardest working man in mod furniture sales: Sam, the guy who was switching Eiffel bases off some chairs and replacing them with rolling bottoms or wooden legs at the speed of light with one straight-edge screwdriver (god forbid one of us ends up with the shell we want on a substandard base). Oh, and you could also enjoy with your furniture gluttony Saturday an electronica-spinning DJ and free drinks all while being sold on a slew of new lofts just off the 5 freeway in an area that wouldn't even amount to Greenpoint, Brooklyn, 15 years ago, it's still so raw and devoid of human character. View on, and decide whether or not we were buying the chairs or the chairs were buying us.