Photographer Daniels Mekss' Florence Diary

 

Written By Daniels Mekss

 

Without wine this would be a sad city, my friend said. In nights we put our masks on and go celebrating with the spirits. My debt will be repaid soon, the fortune teller said. But I’m impatient, I stray around with a camera seeking answers. But no peace can be found out there, I am tired, these photos are a lie. 

 
 Photo: Daniels Mekks

Photo: Daniels Mekks

 Photo: Daniels Mekks

Photo: Daniels Mekks

 Photo: Daniels Mekks

Photo: Daniels Mekks

 Photo: Daniels Mekks

Photo: Daniels Mekks

 Photo: Daniels Mekks

Photo: Daniels Mekks

 Photo: Daniels Mekks

Photo: Daniels Mekks

 Photo: Daniels Mekks

Photo: Daniels Mekks

 Photo: Daniels Mekks

Photo: Daniels Mekks

 Photo: Daniels Mekks

Photo: Daniels Mekks

 Photo: Daniels Mekks

Photo: Daniels Mekks

 Photo: Daniels Mekks

Photo: Daniels Mekks

 Photo: Daniels Mekks

Photo: Daniels Mekks

 Photo: Daniels Mekks

Photo: Daniels Mekks