Lin-Manuel Miranda at the Families Belong Together March in Washington D. C. photographed by Kisha Bari.

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Lin-Manuel Miranda at the Families Belong Together March in Washington D. C. photographed by Kisha Bari.
I've woken and found myself on a lush rug surrounded by a B3 Hammond, numerous guitars, amps, a wurlitzer piano and a drum kit..... The live room.
Maz scored the couch in other room .... Although, it's Summer and she's stuck to the leather. There are empty bottles of wine and 45's all over the place.
Drawing back the curtains, I let the morning light flood in. The place looks worse than we initially thought.
Oof, what a party.
We smile at each other .... Yeeeeeeaaaaaahhhh.... What a party!!
The hangover is surprisingly minimal. Nothing a Hank Williams record, a coffee and a then beer won't fix.
The record party continues. The boys are on tour. No recording sessions in the studio today.
I heard that Maz was spinning records somewhere. An intimate club in an alley off an alley way.
Super secret. I believe she's under the guise of DJ Cholula. Damn straight she's spicy!
At 2am, I lead a group wandering through a maze of narrow corridors. Finally, floating over cobblestones, we hear it..... Hercules.
Following the sound of Aaron Neville's sweet voice, we open a door to the swaying of a full and sweaty dance floor. No one is in their seats. Funky Cholula in full effect.
My arms raise above my head and my hips yield to the rhythm. We slink on to the floor and Maz flashes us a wink and a smile.
In the Darkest Light, this is my favourite dance party.
I found her out on the fire escape. Broadway is eerily quiet so early on a Saturday morning. There are almost no cars. Maybe a couple of taxis. The Soho shopping district won't wake for another few hours.
She hasn't slept.
'I wonder where my boots are....' She says.
'Who's apartment are we in?'.
With eyes wide, I shrug.
From the interior, someone puts on a record. Music From Big Pink.
'Coffee?', offers Adrien as he pokes his head out the window. So French. So rock 'n' roll.
A steaming french press appears. Along with a bottle of Jameson. The only way he does it.
Slowly, the crew of six join us, out high above the pavement. Our giggles echo down the street.
Last night's adventures continue.
A Pop-up Photo City on the Brooklyn Waterfront
At Photoville, with the lower Manhattan skyline in the background. (all images by the author for…
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charli xcx by kisha bari
Only 300 feet from the shore line, Max did not evacuate either. Thankfully he has a second story in his house on B96th st where he could escape from the rising water.
He stands here at his front fence, with only a portion of his home that he has cleaned out. He has lost his entire basement and first floor. Mould is setting in and poses an increasing health danger on the residents of Rockaway, Coney Island, Red Hook, Staten Island and New Jersey.
Max tells me that his neighbours on either side of his house refuse to come back. They've given up on Rockaway.