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Once upon a time, a question asked itself to me:

If you could do anything with this brief and wondrous life, what would you do—and who would you be while doing it?

The answer came easily: I’d collect passport stamps, stolen kisses, and unforgettable conversations between champagne sips—like others collect songs and books. And I’d make my home in New York City, where autumn paints even ambition in gold.

 

These days, my duality feels perfectly at ease. I’m half librarian, half libertine—curious, cultivated, occasionally mischievous. My urbane calm hides a Midwestern warmth and a lineage that stretches back to a vibrant corner of southern Africa. Most mornings I linger over farmers’ market flowers and fresh pears; by dusk, the city’s amber lights call me out again, equal parts invitation and temptation.

 

I collect quiet mornings and decadent nights, and I choose my food, travel, and company with intention: slow, sensual, inspiring.

 

And you?

Perhaps you feel that same seasonal pull—the urge to slow down, to shed what’s stale, to taste something extraordinary before the year turns. Maybe it’s candlelight, laughter, or the thrill of being truly seen across a small table for two.

 

Life is for living. Let’s do it exquisitely, while the nights are still crisp and the city still glows.