weareyouth

There is a red curtain hanging in front of a peeling wall in the center of Florence. Above it, a painted cherub stares at you with wide eyes. Inside, there is a chair, a cold light, and a machine that never lies. Fotoautomatica is one of those analog photo booths that have survived everything—digital cameras, smartphones, Instagram filters—and that today, inexplicably, create a line. Not of tourists looking for souvenirs. Of twenty-somethings who go in alone or in pairs and