Here at Milk Studios New York we are all a little hungover from too much beer and barbecue in celebration of the 4th of July. It kinda feels like Will Smith crashed a spaceship into my forehead and I am struggling to remember what I did during the second half of the night. I remember screaming at the fireworks over the Hudson, cheerleading a hundred games of beer pong and the painful sting of soap in my eyes from the make shift slip-n-slide. Luckily photographer Masha Maltsava was kind enough to send photos from last nights rooftop shindig to help me piece together the puzzle of my independence day.