About

Love Hvar would have never been possible without the generous help and support from so many people who believed in the idea that what we do and how we do it beautifies the world we live. That the care and love we put in our doings matters as much as what we say and how we say it. The interconnection of kindred souls that saw the grace in every invisible detail, the beauty of craft and objects done in workshops instead of sweatshops.
It was also rediscovering the almost forgotten skills of craftsmen from the country I was born in. The tile workers from Macedonia, the woodcraft from Bosnia and Hercegovina, the design from Croatia, the technical skills from Slovenia. There are no words to express my gratitude for the love and dedication they placed in their work.

As for me, it was an exploration; pulling the thread on a family house, undoing the knots of the past, while facing the unknown of what was coming.

In the process, unaware, the way one carries the dreams through the night, memories and feelings kept weaving into each detail of the house. Time present and time past. Places I lived in, people I met, friends that nurtured me with unconditional kindness, the tough and tender lovers that shaped me into what I am today.

Above all, Love Hvar is the expression of my heart and soul. The way I am dazzled by the unearthly beauty of this place, where I was born. The gift I would like to pass along to others: moments of wellbeing offered to all.

In the end, as one can never escape from anything he does, by building this house the story of my life kept unfolding, balancing between hope and possibility.

As the poet William Straford said:

“It's a balance, the taking and passing along,
the composting of where you've been and how people
and weather treated you. It's a country where
you already are, bringing where you have been.
Time offers this gift in its millions of ways,
turning the world, moving the air, calling,
every morning, "Here, take it, it's yours."