I came to this life after years in the fashion industry, beholden to schedules and fluorescent-lit offices, secretly craving something richer. That restlessness led me somewhere far more exhilarating, and I haven't looked back.

Nine years on, I've built a life that pulls me out of bed each morning with genuine anticipation. That energy, I've discovered, is best shared.

Gracefully in my early 30s, I bring to every encounter a well-travelled perspective shaped by my privilege to have European parents, and sharpened further by far too many years in the academic system. 

I speak a little French, I know my way around a museum, and I can hold a whisky sour with the same ease as a conversation about rationality.

Between ballet classes and collecting frequent flyer points, I've learned that the most luxurious thing in the world is devoted presence, a commitment to be fully absorbed in the moment.

My ideal encounter unfolds slowly. A drink, good conversation, maybe an unsolicited limb across your lap, and a little flirtation before anything else. I find that chemistry is best when it's allowed to breathe, which is why I prefer a minimum of two hours together, and warmly welcome extended dates for those who want the full experience. I have a preference for mature, experienced company.

In a world that rarely slows down, I offer precisely that: a space that is calm, considered, and entirely yours.

The details matter to me. If they matter to you too, we'll get along very well.