Danae Mercer


It’s summer in Dubai and people have fled the inevitable heat, heading out in drips and drops through May, floods through June. By 6am, temperatures push 40 Celsius (104 Fahrenheit). Those of us who stay, we work around the swelter and the sweat. Early mornings. Late nights. And quiet moments stolen on even quieter beaches. Like this, here. A friend and I snuck out with sunrise to play at being photographers. Afterwards… Read More