In 1924, my great-great-grandfather Hartvig bought a small farm — one that’s still been passed down through our family ever since.
Back then, things were built to last. Quality wasn’t a marketing term, it was a promise. Craftsmanship and pride were what carried a name forward, not a plastic heat stamp on thin leather.
I chose to name this quiet rebellion after him — Hartvig — as a reminder of what has been lost a little bit, and what I’m trying to bring back.
Why?
For the greater part of my life, I’ve held a grudge toward the market giants that produce the majority of the things people rely on, putting volume before quality, profit before value.
So here I present to you the best solution I could come up with. Mind you, I’m no expert nor do I have educational or professional background working with leather. Just a hope to infuse a little bit of soul into the world which I feel has been lost.
