Summer of 2021. A summer cataloged. One of art school, a gallery curation job, wearing a mask in 100 degree weather, and an utter lack of tourists in the most touristic places in the world. To walk empty streets of Florence at 9pm alone, to whisper and be the loudest thing in earshot, to sit on my balcony at midnight watching florentines roll in past the national curfew, this is what I lived for. I smelled roses and scraped euros together for the photoautomatica. I observed. I learned. I documented when I wasn’t doing either of those things.

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