Late last month, photographer Izzy Cohan traveled to the heart of Brooklyn to capture the surreal sights of the legendary J’Ouvert festival, an annual celebration that begins at 4am and functions as the prelude to the West Indian Day Parade. During the parade, which starts at Grand Army Plaza and proceeds along Flatbush Avenue, Calypso music rattles the windows in Brooklyn’s Crown Heights neighborhood as revelers—some covered head to toe in paint and powder, others slathered in motor oil with horns and tridents—dance and march towards the smell of slow-cooked meat somewhere down the way. It’s a primal, joyous, and chaotic assault on the senses that can’t be compared to anything else in New York. In a few hours, the West Indian Parade will begin, with its guardrails, police presence, and Mayor DeBlasio photo op. But for now, there are no rules.