A SPOT OF WARMTH

It’s a spot of warmth that moves upwards from the base of your spine and multiplies, leaves you thrumming with heat. Once you catch that feeling of true freedom you find yourself fundamentally changed: upon its departure, you can no longer remain unaware of what it is that you’re lacking; you are cursed with a memory which gives edges to the gap it leaves.

But I have never enjoyed too much talk of empty spaces and missing pieces. I’m far more interested in transformation, metamorphosis, renewal. The force of desire reshapes what we once thought we understood, what we foolishly dismissed as static and unwavering. It makes you absentmindedly loosen your collar, it removes the hanging distance between two restless bodies, it creates long, meandering lines of conversation and fills them with warmth and laughter, the electric edge of possibility.

They say you can’t bottle a feeling. I say you shouldn’t try to bottle what’s boundless anyway. After all, it’s about surrendering to the thrill of the moment, not the act of capturing. Nothing will dispel the ache of what’s unfulfilled except the will to discover new and unexpected dimensions of beauty and pleasure. I can’t help but think we’ll find that perfectly intoxicating something together.

ABOUT FACE

I hide my face because I value privacy and because I find that a gap, or missing piece, is the basis of all pleasure. But let me help you form a fuller image: I think fast and talk slowly. I’m a tall drink of water with a “young Jane Birkin vibe”. After plenty of years of feeling too tall, I have grown into my long limbs comfortably. Friends have called me magnetic, down-to-earth, and deeply embodied–but I’ll leave that for you to decide.

WHERE DO I BEGIN?

I used to wish I could live six different lives all at once. As a teenager I was, and still often am, found in the velvet seats of old movie theatres, transfixed by the mysteries and ambitions of characters inhabiting worlds I could barely fathom or ones I already knew all too well. Beyond the flicker of 24 frames a second, however, is the chance to make one life as grand as six, and I have done just that as an intrepid, quick-witted traveler of the world, a lover of the arts, a daredevil with a soft touch.

I am still drawn to small moments, the cinematic beats of life — when they play the perfect song at the bar, the one that makes couples young and old start dancing; the feeling of wind raking through my hair when I’m in the passenger seat of a convertible; the flicker and pulse of distant city lights from a view all our own. Most of all, I love the spark of human connection — a laugh that breaks the tension, a sly look across the room, the joy of finding beauty in the same things.

I’ve always found that true wealth extends beyond what is material and measurable, it’s the opportunity to learn more about your desires at a pace undetermined by the rush of modern life, a pace all your own. Perhaps you are seeking comfort and warmth in an otherwise unfamiliar city, or a splash of fresh color to disrupt a long perfected routine. Perhaps you’re looking for the company of someone with whom you can have lively, freewheeling conversations with for hours on end until time stands still, gets quiet, and all we can hear is the sound of our breath.

Whether you crave luxury or complexity, an exhilarating flash of heat or a slow burn, there’s only one way to find out what’s on the other side of the door.