6am — Francesco Montaguti

6am

It was the time my grandfather used to go out to sea with my mum when she was a child, using a small boat which was built and crafted by his own hands. Growing up, I was always fascinated by the stories of his early morning sea. He recounted the silences and sounds of it, the colours and textures of it, alongside the special encounters he would make with the few people who live it before it transforms later in the morning into the noisy and busy Italian riviera everyone knows about. At 6am, everything seems to be stopped in time on the coast of Cesenatico, while actually it is slowly waking up, with the low tide creating a temporary stage for intimate moments, both personal and shared.

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