Where Paths May Cross...
I spend my time between a handful of cities... some familiar, some fleeting. Most guided by seasons, invitations, and inclination. These moments are never fixed far in advance, nor are they announced for convenience.
If we happen to find ourselves in the same place at the same time, it is because timing allowed it and because alignment mattered.
Private coordination only.
2026
January
Switzerland
The year begins where the world whispers in corridors.
Paris, France
Couture season—non-negotiable.
February
Dubai
Peak season. Focused, contained, intentional.
Italy (Milano–Cortina corridor)
Winter games, sponsor suites, and quiet proximity.
March
Washington, D.C.
Capital has its own language—I speak it fluently.
Dubai
One night can change the tone of a season.
April
Dubai
A familiar axis—between invitations and inclination.
Milan, Italy
Design week isn’t décor. It’s power with taste.
May
Cannes, France
The Riviera does what it always does.
Venice, Italy
For patrons, previews, and rooms with history.
June
Monaco
Some weekends are written in advance.
Basel, Switzerland
Where serious collectors move quietly.
July
London, UK
Wimbledon—restraint, ritual, and refinement.
Monaco
Summer repeats itself—so do the right faces.
August
The Hamptons, New York
A certain kind of summer—understated and expensive.
(Reserved)
A month for locking what matters before the final quarter.
September
Venice, Italy
In season—quieter, sharper, better.
Paris, France
Fashion Week. I couldn’t skip it.
October
Singapore
Asia’s capital rhythm—clean and decisive.
Paris, France
Art Basel Paris—culture with real money behind it.
November
New York
Auction week: the kind of selling that isn’t loud.
Venice, Italy
A final pass through before the curtain falls.
December
Miami, Florida
Art Basel week—sun, art, and private rooms.
Dubai
The season returns. So does momentum.