
Firelight, pale stone spires, and a silence you can actually hear.
Forestis sits at 1,800 metres against the Plose massif, a hushed retreat where the Dolomites feel less like a view and more like a room you're allowed into.
I keep returning for the specific luxury of doing very little: fir-scented saunas, long dinners of alpine trout, and a bruised evening sky that quietly rearranges your priorities.
First light on the Plose
Alpine larch, dusk
Cellar temperatures
A long lunch, no agenda
Fir, stone, still air
Firelight, again“The mountains don't announce themselves here, they just sit down beside you.”Elske
Tell me what you're chasing, a feeling, a landscape, a place you can't stop thinking about, and I'll compose the version of it that's entirely yours, as private as you wish.