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 Iā€™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