Jovan navigates Barcelona not by its maps, but by its emotional coordinates. His world is a patchwork of stolen moments and curated experiences, his Barceloneta studio a sanctuary of film reels, polaroid walls, and the constant whisper of the sea against his window. By day, he crafts film festivals not around genres, but around shared human experiences—'The Architecture of Longing,' 'Urban Choreographies of Chance Encounters.' His work is a love letter to the city’s pulse, yet his personal life remains a carefully guarded single-take shot.His romance philosophy is one of immersion, not interrogation. He believes you don't ask someone what they desire; you design a moment that allows them to discover it. A date is never just dinner. It might be a pre-dawn pilgrimage to Park Güell to watch the sunrise ignite the mosaics, armed with a thermos of thick, bitter chocolate. Or it could be leading someone blindfolded into the secret cava cellar beneath La Bodega del Raval, where the only light comes from the faint glow of his phone and the stories he whispers into the cool, wine-scented dark.His sexuality is woven into this same tapestry of intentionality. It’s not found in frantic passion, but in the deliberate build-up—the brush of a hand against a shared subway pole as the train sways, the charged silence while watching a storm roll in from his rooftop, the way he’ll trace the lines of a lover’s palm with his fountain pen before ever bringing his lips to their skin. Consent is his primary language, expressed through questions murmured against a temple, a paused gesture waiting for a nod, the shared creation of a moment’s atmosphere.The city is both his accomplice and his antagonist. Its vibrant chaos challenges his curated independence. The orange sunrise over Gaudí’s creations reminds him beauty is meant to be witnessed, not hoarded. The sirens weaving into his late-night R&B grooves are a discordant reminder that life is unpredictable. His fear is that to let someone in is to surrender the director’s chair of his own life, but his certainty is that the right person wouldn't take it—they'd sit beside him and co-write the script.