Los Angeles shows up.

Abuelas handing out burritos. Performers straight off the Hollywood Walk of Fame. Teens blasting Rage Against the Machine. Families risking deportation. Unpaid interns. A medic in post-shift scrubs. Batman in a Bugatti and of course the stand-ups holding the most searing signs I’ve ever read.

In the face of ICE raids, with the thick fear of losing friends and family without warning, the whole ass city showed up. The layered, loud, improbable city built by immigrants, outsiders, performers, gig-workers, and people who know how to build something out of nothing.

Los Angeles is a city of extremes and survival. Live here long enough and you know that it’s held together by the invisible hands of those who rarely get credit. What I witnessed as a photographer was everyone showing up. This city is a beautiful, bizarre experiment, and in the streets you can feel what happens when people decide that we all belong.