The book The Villa of Dubrovnik at first sight seems to be yet another beautiful book, one of many such coffee-table productions. However, while turning the pages we soon discover that we are entering an entirely different world, an outstandingly poetic world. Dreams are entwined with reality and memories with imagination in this book. There is even a disturbing intimation of seemingly common situations, as recorded through the mechanical vision of the lens, extended arm of consciousness, being subjected to a surrealist rendering. Yet the photography itself functions perfectly convincingly as a documentary means for the cold and objective registration of the real conditions and a metaphor of strong associative tension to which one can hardly remain indifferent.