The Art of Desire

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I’ve never been one for excess — I prefer meaning over many, and beauty with depth. I don’t expect gifts, and I never will. But when someone chooses to surprise me… I won’t lie, it melts me a little.

 

There’s something incredibly intimate about receiving something thoughtfully chosen — a scent, a silk, a moment wrapped in generosity. I treasure these gestures not because I need them, but because they make me feel seen.

 

If you feel inspired to indulge me, I’ve curated a few favorites here — and my full wishlist lives quietly on Throne. You’re always welcome to explore, and even more welcome to send a little note along with it.

 

It’s not about the gift. It’s about the gesture.

And I always remember those.

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