Harper’s Story

I’ve never really belonged to one place.
Not fully.

My mother is from Kyoto, my father from Morocco, and I spent most of my childhood in airports — between cultures, languages, textures.
In some ways, that was confusing. But mostly, it was beautiful.

I grew up tracing patterns on silk kimonos and running my fingers over tooled leather in the medina.
I watched hands move — old, patient hands — and realized that craftsmanship isn’t a style.
It’s a language.
And it exists everywhere.

In Japan, they taught me restraint — the value of silence, balance, and space.
In Morocco, I learned abundance — of color, detail, life.
In Italy, I studied how artisans treat their work like legacy.
In a small workshop in Berlin, I learned how to use a bone folder properly.
And in New York… I learned how to be bold.

Hushcrafts was never just a business for me.
It was a way to weave all of that — all the places, all the mentors, all the mistakes — into something people could actually hold.
Something they’d feel before they even noticed it.

I don’t think of myself as a “designer.”
I think of myself as a connector — of time, of cultures, of materials, of people.
Every piece I make carries stories from places you may never go,
but that I hope, somehow, still feel familiar.

And if not —
well, maybe it’ll inspire you to go.

— Harper