Dear Suitors,

There’s something about May along the eastern seaboard, an elegant flirtation between spring’s final cool whispers and summer’s first slow sighs. The air carries a softness, a kind of memory, as though the breeze itself has stories to tell.

I found myself wandering through one of the region’s oldest coastal towns, where weathered brick and salt-washed shutters meet clipped boxwoods and magnolia blooms. The morning was spent at a historic flower market, a hidden courtyard tucked behind wrought iron and ivy. Garden roses the colour of old silk, peonies that seemed almost too lush to be real, lilacs in full, fragrant bloom—each stem a poem, offered by hands that still believe in beauty without reason.

There was a man who wrapped my bouquet with linen ribbon and such care it was mesmerising for a moment.

Later, the rain came. Not a storm, just a gentle, dignified shower that pattered against tall windows as I slipped out of the day’s clothing and into something quieter. I always find those moments before dinner, the pause, the steam, the ritual of scent and skin, almost more delicious than the meal itself.

Dinner, when it came, was a slow affair. The sort of place with panelled walls, candlelight, and a menu that reads like a love letter to the coast. A broth of spring vegetables and wild herbs. Poached seafood dressed in citrus and fennel pollen. A dessert so delicate it seemed ashamed to be eaten. Each course arrived with a mocktail of quiet brilliance, one with rose and basil, another like a summer breeze captured in glass: mint, green apple, a hint of white tea.

There was no rush. Only the sound of a piano somewhere behind a velvet curtain, and the way conversation drapes itself around silverware when no one is trying too hard.

And so the evening passed, not with spectacle, but with something far more rare: grace.

To those who know how to slow down time,

Xx, Olivia

Dear Suitors,

Late April in New York carries a particular magic, the landscape fresh from winter’s retreat, the air still crisp but promising warmth. It is a season of quiet transformation, and the perfect moment to venture beyond the city’s familiar rhythm to somewhere touched by time and elegance.

I was recently invited to a storied private estate in upstate New York, an enclave known for its rich history, impeccable hospitality, and culinary excellence. Once a retreat for distinguished guests of another century, its spirit remains much the same: discreet, indulgent, and quietly opulent.

The grounds were breathtaking in their simplicity, rolling hills, newly blossoming trees, and the faint perfume of wildflowers carried on the cool spring breeze. As I wandered the paths between restored stone buildings and sunlit gardens, it was easy to imagine the generations who had walked here before, finding their own reflections in the landscape’s calm beauty.

The evening unfolded with a leisurely meal crafted with the same reverence for detail. We began with oysters, freshly shucked and brimming with the clean taste of northern waters, paired with delicate mocktails, each one crafted with the same precision usually reserved for the finest vintages. One featured hibiscus and ginger, another a refreshing mix of cucumber and elderflower, each sip more enchanting than the last.

The main courses were a symphony of spring: butter-poached local fish, tender roasted lamb, and foraged greens, all presented with an effortless elegance that can only come from deep expertise and care.

The best meals, like the best memories, are not rushed. They unfold slowly, allowing every taste, every glance, every moment to linger. We lingered, too, beneath the high timbered ceilings, beside the great stone fireplace, with laughter blending into the soft hush of the countryside settling into night.

As the stars stretched wide across the April sky and the last traces of sunlight slipped behind the hills, I thought about how rare and exquisite these experiences are—when luxury is not shouted but whispered, and every moment feels crafted only for you.

For those who seek not just indulgence, but meaning in every encounter, there are few things more memorable than time well spent, in places touched by beauty, in company touched by care.

Xx, Olivia

Dear Suitors,

Late March offers a subtle transition: neither winter nor quite spring, but something suspended between the two. It’s a season that invites pause, reflection, and quiet transformation. I found myself drawn away from Manhattan to a softer, quieter corner of the world: a hidden gem in the South, where time seems to stretch and the air carries the hush of new beginnings.

For a long weekend, I was flown to a boutique five-star retreat nestled in North Carolina, where gracious hospitality meets quiet luxury. My suite greeted me with a canopy bed dressed in soft linens, the kind that invite you to sleep in without apology. Mornings arrived slowly, with a steaming cup of chai made with coconut milk and the charm of French-inspired interiors in the lobby. There, I would read, observe, sip, and take in the joy of stillness—an indulgence often missed in a city that never stops moving.

It was in this space of reverie that I was presented with a gift—an intricate lingerie set inspired by cubism, a true work of wearable art. Its structure, thoughtful and complex, was a reminder that not everything exquisite is simple. Cubism, after all, invites us to see the same moment from multiple angles, to embrace complexity rather than reduce it.

That’s how I often experience time with my suitors—layered, multidimensional, never quite the same twice. There is always something new to discover in someone, even in quiet moments. A glance across a room, the exchange of ideas, the stillness of shared space. These are the kinds of memories that stretch far beyond their hours.

Returning to Manhattan, I carried the softness of that weekend with me: the warmth of the canopy, the richness of chai, the thoughtful structure of something beautiful, gifted with care. The city, with all its sharp edges, felt just a bit gentler upon return.

To those seeking experiences with depth, elegance, and quiet power; let us see things from new angles together.

Xx, Olivia

Dear Suitors,

Mid-March in New York carries an anticipation of spring, yet the city still hums with the quiet romance of winter’s lingering chill. It was the perfect time for a retreat into warmth and indulgence, a stay at a refined boutique hotel in the heart of downtown, where elegance and history intertwined seamlessly.

My suite was a sanctuary of timeless charm, complete with a fireplace casting flickering shadows against the city skyline. Through my window, the Staten Island Ferry traced its rhythmic path across the East River, a constant movement in the stillness of the moment. Afternoon unfolded slowly. A light lunch of crudités and smoked salmon paired beautifully with the comforting hush of the space, allowing time to stretch in the most luxurious way. Later, I let the evening dissolve into a long soak in a deep clawfoot bathtub, the kind that reminds you how beautiful it is to surrender to the present.

The next day was reserved for a different kind of indulgence—Luna Luna: Forgotten Fantasy at The Shed. It was a world within a world, an exhibition where fine art and playful nostalgia merged into something entirely unexpected. Once a lost relic of the 1980s, this rare collection of artist-designed amusement park rides felt like stepping into a surreal dream. Some of the greatest artistic minds—Roy Lichtenstein, Keith Haring, Jean-Michel Basquiat—had come together to create something meant to be not just seen, but experienced.

The brilliance of Luna Luna wasn’t just in its artistry, but in its spirit of movement, collaboration, and touch. Art wasn’t something locked behind glass; it was something to be felt, stepped inside, lived. Seeing their visions take shape in full scale was a reminder that the most unforgettable moments in life are not merely observed but fully embraced.

As I stepped back into the Manhattan evening, I let the inspiration settle around me. The ferry still moved below, the echoes of laughter and curiosity from Luna Luna still fresh in my mind. I thought of the simple luxury of the fireplace, the sensation of silk slipping into a warm bath, the lingering taste of the afternoon’s indulgences.

Some things are meant to be admired from a distance. Others? They are meant to be experienced with all the senses, without hesitation.

Xx, Olivia

Dear Suitors,

Late February offered the perfect escape, a fleeting yet indulgent retreat from the brisk chill of New York. I was whisked away to a Southern city where warmth isn’t just in the weather but in the way time slows, allowing moments to unfold with an effortless charm.

Nestled in a French-inspired suite inside a restored historic hotel, I admired how its grandeur had been revitalized. The details were impeccable, a delicate fusion of past and present, where luxury felt personal. The evening unfolded in a quiet corner of a refined dining room, the sunset casting golden hues over the table. The service was gracious, a signature of true Southern hospitality, each gesture unhurried yet perfectly attuned.

The standout of the evening was a dish I am still thinking about. Octopus in a tomato tapenade, so tender and delicately prepared that it lingered in my memory long after the last bite. Some flavors have a way of imprinting themselves, much like an unforgettable evening spent in the right company.

The journey back to New York was just as seamless. First-class comforts offered a tranquil space to catch up on reading, sip herbal tea, and let my thoughts drift between indulgence and anticipation. As I arrived, a private driver awaited, a thoughtful touch from a dear suitor who ensured the transition back into the city was just as refined as the moments leading up to it.

The night didn’t end there. Madison Square Garden awaited. Arriving in time for the Knicks versus the Philadelphia 76ers, I took my seat and let the energy of the crowd wash over me. The Knicks delivered, their offense sharp, their three-pointers seamless, their fanbase electric. From my vantage point, I caught glimpses of Celebrity Row, where former NBA greats, actors, and musicians leaned into the thrill of the game just like the rest of us.

As I stepped back out into the New York night, the Empire State Building glowed in a warm orange hue, a fitting final note to a perfectly curated escape. A trip that had been defined by effortless elegance, indulgent flavors, and the contrast between Southern charm and New York intensity.

It is these moments that linger long after they end. The warmth of a fleeting escape, the thrill of a homecoming, and the exquisite feeling of being exactly where you are meant to be.

Xx, Olivia

Dear Suitors,

Late February in New York carries a distinct charm, an elegant transition between winter’s crisp embrace and the promise of spring’s renewal. The city moves at its usual pace, but for those who know how to savor it, there are moments of warmth, indulgence, and quiet luxury hidden within its rhythm.

Recently, I experienced an evening of culinary artistry at a Michelin two-star institution, an exquisite dining room where French refinement meets Japanese precision. Each course was an exploration of balance, with flavors that unfolded unexpectedly, textures that intrigued, and the kind of thoughtful presentation that turns a meal into a moment to be remembered. There is something intoxicating about the right kind of indulgence, the kind that lingers long after the last sip, leaving only the sensation of pleasure well spent.

The contrast of the evening unfolded perfectly with an altogether different kind of spectacle. An invitation to a Rangers game, a classic winter tradition in Manhattan. The energy of the crowd, the chill of the ice, the collective anticipation. Sports have a way of distilling raw emotion into something visceral, something shared. The pulse of the game, the roar of the crowd, the sharp contrast of intensity and release, all set against the cool backdrop of the season, made for an exhilarating night.

But it was the mornings that followed that held their own kind of pleasure. Waking in a quiet corner suite with sweeping views of the East River, I let the last of the winter light spill into the room as I sipped herbal tea, still wrapped in the warmth of the night before. There is something about mornings like these that feel unhurried, indulgent, and entirely my own. The slow unraveling of silk and lace, the anticipation of stepping into a cascading waterfall shower, and the warmth enveloping me as steam curled against the cool glass. The city outside carried on as it always does, but for a few stolen moments, time belonged only to me.

Manhattan in winter is a study in contrast. The sharp chill outside, the warmth found in the right places, and the energy of the city balanced by the quiet moments that follow. As the season nears its end, I am reminded that the most exquisite pleasures are those that unfold at just the right time, in just the right company.

Here’s to the next indulgence.

XX, Olivia

Dear Suitors,

Winter in Manhattan has a way of heightening the senses. The cold, crisp air outside only makes the warmth of intimate moments indoors feel more indulgent. It was a day for art, for contemplation, for savoring the beauty of the past and present in perfect contrast.

I ventured to the Museum of Modern Art, a refuge from the chill, where bold strokes of color and shape captured eras of transformation. Sam Gilliam’s Cut From Feminist Cloth, a riot of movement and defiance, spoke of a time when boundaries were pushed and redefined. Lee Lozano’s untitled work, filled with raw energy, reminded me that art, like desire, thrives in tension and release. The crushed metal of John Chamberlain’s Essex and the ethereal emotion of Mark Rothko’s No. 1 (Untitled) blurred the lines between structure and feeling, abstraction and intent. Each piece reflected a different pulse of the last century, offering a glimpse into how time leaves its imprint on expression.

Inspired by the reflections art evoked, I let the evening unfold effortlessly. A rooftop happy hour welcomed me into its golden-lit warmth, where I cozied up with a smooth mocktail in hand, surrounded by the quiet hum of conversation. Businessmen fresh from the workday exchanged knowing glances over their drinks, while couples leaned in, sharing moments only they understood. I savored a medium-rare steak, the richness of each bite mirroring the indulgence of the day.

Later, back in my suite in Tribeca, I let the night settle around me. The soaking bathtub, filled with warm water and fragrant rose petals, was the perfect contrast to the chill outside. February has its own kind of romance, the kind found in stolen moments of warmth, in the pleasure of lingering thoughts, in the way an experience stays with you long after it has ended.

Some days are made for reflection. Others for indulgence. The best ones offer both.

Xx, Olivia

Dear Suitors,

A snowfall in February carries a certain magic. The city slows just enough to reveal a quieter elegance, a moment to appreciate the beauty in contrast: the warmth within, the crisp air outside, the softness of candlelight against the sharp city skyline.

The morning called for something to brighten my spirit. A visit to a favorite market led me to fresh flowers and delicate branches, perfect for an ikebana arrangement. The practice of placing each stem with intention, balancing form and space, is an art much like desire itself. It is not about excess but about knowing precisely what belongs, what draws the eye, what leaves room for anticipation.

Inspired by the refined sensuality of the arrangement, I let the mood take shape in another way. I stepped into a gown crafted to my measurements, feeling its fabric glide against my skin, a reminder of the pleasure found in what is made to fit just right. Anticipation settled in, a slow build of excitement before the evening unfolded. There is something exquisite about knowing exactly what will intrigue and satisfy, a feeling I take pleasure in guiding others toward with just the right touch.

Later, the night led me to an intimate dining room, where candlelight flickered over glasses raised in quiet toasts. I satisfied a different craving with a perfectly seared ribeye, its richness heightened by the atmosphere around me. Businessmen unwound from the week, couples leaned into private moments, and circles of friends laughed over shared plates. The hum of the evening carried that rare energy when time slows, when each moment lingers.

As the snow continued to fall, I was reminded that winter is not just a season but a feeling. A time for warmth, for decadence, for pleasures that unfold with intention. The finest experiences are never rushed. They unfold at just the right pace, leaving an imprint long after the night has ended.

Here’s to the moments that deserve to be savored.

Xx, Olivia

Dear Suitors,

February has a way of stirring something deeper—the anticipation, the allure of the unexpected, and the invitation to indulge in experiences that awaken the senses.

Nestled in the warm glow of a boutique hotel in NoMad, I savored the quiet elegance of the evening before slipping into the awaiting black car. There’s something about the smooth glide of the ride, the city lights casting reflections onto the window, that makes a night feel like it belongs to you alone. Our destination? An intimate yet unassuming gem of a restaurant, one of my personal favorites for when the mood calls for something both refined and comforting. A Michelin-starred hideaway known for its mastery of Spanish flavors, each dish was a lesson in contrast—delicate yet bold, restrained yet decadent.

The fluke crudo arrived first, impossibly fresh, the briny sweetness of the fish balanced by bright citrus. Then, a dish that lingered on my mind long after the last bite: the rich, spiced pork sobrasada, its intensity softened by honeycomb and sharpened by pickled banana peppers. The perfect harmony of heat, salt, sweetness, and acid. A reminder that the best flavors, like the best encounters, are about balance.

Something about this evening stirred a curiosity, a mood for discovery. The night was far from over. With Valentine’s Day approaching, I was already inspired to explore something new, a different kind of indulgence. Romance doesn’t come from the obvious—it’s in the anticipation, the intention, the perfect mix of sensation and restraint. And the best part? It’s always better when shared.

Here’s to the experiences ahead—the ones planned, and the ones that take us by surprise.

Xx, Olivia

Dear Suitors,

There’s something uniquely charming about winter afternoons in New York City, especially when spent in the timeless elegance of the Upper East Side. Recently, I found myself tucked away in a storied dining room at a boutique hotel known for its understated glamour and storied past. The space, steeped in history and adorned with quiet sophistication, felt like a haven amid the bustling city.

Surrounded by an unassuming mix of basketball greats and polished businessmen, I savored a beautiful seafood salad—crab leg, shrimp, and scallop lightly dressed with a lemon olive oil dressing. The seasoned waitstaff, whose presence seemed as timeless as the walls around them, added an air of familiarity and care to the experience. It felt as though I had stepped into a chapter of a novel, where every detail carried meaning and every moment unfolded with intention.

Afterward, I braved the crisp winter air for a stroll through the quaint streets of the Upper East Side, just blocks from Central Park. The neighborhood, known for its charm and iconic designer shops, held its usual allure. I couldn’t resist stopping to pick up a bouquet of classic red roses—an ode to the romance of Valentine’s Day just around the corner.

Back in my room,the roses filled the air with their subtle fragrance, a reminder that beauty often lies in the simplest gestures. This day was a perfect blend of indulgence and reflection, a gentle nudge to slow down and savor the richness of life, whether in the form of a perfectly prepared dish, a well-timed walk, or the company of someone who sees the world as you do.

As February approaches, I’m reminded that the art of living well isn’t in grand gestures alone but in the quiet moments we take to connect, reflect, and appreciate. Here’s to making time for what truly matters: the company we keep and the memories we create together.

Xx, Olivia

Dear Suitors,

January in New York has a way of reminding you just how alive the city can feel, even in the cold. I braved the crisp winter air to visit the Vessel at Hudson Yards, a marvel of contemporary design that has been on my must-see list for quite some time. Towering over the bustling city streets, the Vessel’s intricate structure felt like a living piece of art. I began my visit on its highest level, where the views of the Hudson River stretched into the horizon, a perfect contrast to the metallic warmth of the architecture itself.

As someone who appreciates artistry in all forms, from buildings to couture, this outing felt like the perfect prelude to a quieter moment of indulgence. Later that evening, I returned to the warmth of a suite in a historic Manhattan hotel renowned for its exclusive ambiance and refined charm. The staff, attentive and welcoming, added a sense of ease to the evening, ensuring every detail was effortless and elegant.

In the privacy of my suite, I slipped into a stunning lingerie set gifted by a thoughtful suitor. Its intricate architectural lines and exquisite details mirrored the craftsmanship I had admired earlier at Hudson Yards. This particular suitor, one of a select few who truly understands the art of gifting, also captured moments of our time together. There’s something unique about being seen through someone else’s lens—moments of laughter, quiet reflection, and connection that linger long after the evening ends.

The next morning brought the kind of quiet simplicity I savor: a beautifully balanced breakfast of sunny-side-up eggs, avocado, smoked salmon, and a nostalgic glance at the morning paper. It was the perfect way to stave off the January chill and ease into a day of gratitude and contemplation.

Experiences like these remind me how meaningful it is to curate not just the moments we live, but the feelings we carry from them. Whether it’s standing at the top of a marvel like the Vessel, indulging in the intimacy of finely crafted details, or sharing quiet moments with someone special, life’s finest moments are best when crafted with intention.

Here’s to making January—and 2025—a celebration of art, design, and connection.

Xx, Olivia

Dear Suitors,

New York City in January offers the perfect backdrop for quiet inspiration. This past weekend, I enjoyed a relaxed lunch at an iconic Fifth Avenue spot, nestled among lively conversations that reflected the city’s unique charm. Longtime New Yorkers, visiting families, and newlyweds sharing tea service created a vibrant tapestry of moments that felt steeped in history and connection.

After lunch, my curiosity was sparked by a book on New York’s Gilded Age: a time when the city blossomed, pollinated and ripened with luxurious social engagements, architecture and artisanship. I spent the afternoon exploring stories of transformation and beauty, reflecting on how much has changed and how much of that era’s elegance still lingers in unexpected ways.

The quiet of the afternoon was made all the more indulgent with a gift from a thoughtful suitor: a beautifully detailed Bordelle set in rich purple with gold accents. It served as a reminder of the beauty in well-crafted moments, where history and modernity intertwine.

As 2025 unfolds, I’m reminded that life’s most meaningful moments are often the ones we take the time to create. Whether through thoughtful reflection, artful inspiration, or shared experiences. Here’s to a year of finding beauty in the past and savoring its echoes in the present.

Xx, Olivia

Dear Suitors,

The first days of a new year offer the perfect pause to reflect on where we’ve been and where we’d like to go. For me, it was a serene weekend afternoon spent in an historic SoHo building, a quiet sanctuary nestled amidst the energy of Manhattan. My suite, perched high above cobblestone streets, felt like a timeless capsule—a moment of beauty suspended between the elegance of the past and the promise of the future.

The charm of turn-of-the-century architecture surrounded me, reminding me of an era that prized craftsmanship, intentionality, and artistry—values I hold close. With herbal tea in hand to stave off the winter chill, I reveled in a moment of stillness, wrapped in architectural lingerie gifted by a thoughtful suitor. Its lines and textures mirrored the detail and care of the building itself, a reminder that true luxury is found in the thoughtfully curated.

A strand of pearls—a nod to the understated glamour of another age—rested on my skin, reflecting the legacy of splendor we carry forward. The pearls glimmered softly, much like the city lights below, blurring the lines between past and present, old-world elegance and modern ambition.

As I reflected on 2024 and looked forward to the year ahead, I thought about how much time, care, and intention shape the moments that matter most. In a world filled with convenience and disconnection, there is an undeniable beauty in taking the time to craft something unique.

For the discerning suitor, 2025 is a year to embrace the exquisitely memorable. The growing appetite for transformative experiences speaks volumes about what we crave—not just material luxury, but exclusivity, emotional depth, and a chance to step into something singularly curated. Whether it’s a journey to far-off places or an intimate evening with someone who truly sees you, this year can be about connection, about investing your time, heart, and energy into moments that linger long after they’ve passed.

The world offers endless possibilities, but it’s the company you keep and the experiences you curate that define the year ahead. For my part, I am here to ensure that time together is never ordinary—always refined, always memorable, and always in pursuit of the exquisite, finest, and deeply satisfying.

Here’s to investing in time, heart, and unforgettable memories.

Let’s make 2025 the year of creating moments that resonate far beyond their fleeting hours.

Xx, Olivia

Dear Suitors,

Some evenings feel as though they’re borrowed from another era—crafted with care, steeped in elegance, and lingering long after the moment has passed. Recently, I was fortunate enough to experience one of those nights in Manhattan, a city where modernity and timelessness coexist in perfect harmony.

The evening began with a horse-drawn carriage ride through Central Park, a gesture that felt like stepping into the pages of history. As the rhythmic clip of hooves echoed through the crisp night air, the park seemed to transform into a tranquil sanctuary, removed from the rush of the city. Wrapped in the warmth of the moment, I couldn’t help but imagine the many stories these paths had witnessed over the years. It was a thoughtful gift from a suitor who understands that sometimes the simplest gestures, rooted in tradition, hold the most romance.

After the carriage ride, we made our way to one of Manhattan’s finest dining establishments, where every detail, from the table setting to the seasonal menu, was curated to perfection. Each course was a work of art, blending flavors and textures that delighted the senses. Candlelight flickered softly, illuminating moments of connection—exchanges that felt natural yet profound, as though time itself had slowed to let us savor every word and glance.

The night didn’t end there. Returning to a luxurious suite high above the city, we carried with us the warmth of the evening. A steamy shower was the perfect transition from the brisk night air to the comfort of the room, a space that invited indulgence and intimacy. Pillow talk unfolded as we reclined against soft pillows, sharing stories, laughter, and quiet musings. There’s something deeply personal about those late-night conversations, where the city fades away and all that matters is the connection between two people.

When morning arrived, and my suitor left, I found myself relaxing alone, cherishing the memory, and filled with a sense of calm. As I sipped lavender and chamomile tea by the window, Manhattan stretched out below me like a living canvas. I replayed the evening in my mind—the quiet romance of the carriage ride, the richness of the dinner, and the easy intimacy of our time together. These moments, shared yet uniquely ours, felt like treasures to carry forward.

Manhattan, with its endless allure, reminds me that it’s not the setting alone but the people we share it with who make an evening truly extraordinary.

To my dear suitors, I invite you to imagine evenings like this, where tradition meets modern indulgence, and every moment feels as timeless as it is intimate. Let’s create memories that linger long after the clock strikes midnight.

Xx, Olivia

Dear Suitors,

As the clock ticks toward midnight, the city buzzes with anticipation, its energy electric and full of promise. New Year’s Eve is more than just a celebration; it’s an invitation to reflect on the moments we’ve cherished and to dream of the adventures that await.

Recently, I found myself scouting the perfect way to welcome 2025, immersed in the kind of refined luxury Manhattan so effortlessly offers. The evening began at the intersection of timelessness and modernity—passing by the iconic MetLife clock, a striking reminder of how time bends to our experiences. Its elegant face seemed to whisper that time is ours to shape, whether we let it linger or race.

As the city lights flickered to life, I arrived at a rooftop bar with views that took my breath away. Central Park stretched below, a tranquil counterpoint to the towering splendor of the Central Park Tower—the tallest residential building in the world, standing at an astounding 1,550 feet. The contrast of nature and architecture felt like a celebration in itself: enduring elegance meeting ambitious innovation.

In my festive gold dress, I sampled hors d’oeuvres while the DJ filled the air with vibrant energy. With a glass of zero-proof champagne in hand, I toasted to the incredible strides made in crafting alcohol-free indulgences that elevate health and wellness while preserving the sophistication of a celebratory drink. As someone who values vitality and balance, this was a welcome indulgence, perfectly aligning with my lifestyle.

The evening didn’t end there. Back in my boudoir, the soft glow of candlelight set the stage for a quiet moment of reflection. Lounging on the bed with my newly gifted pocket watch—a thoughtful gesture from a suitor—I felt the weight and anticipation of time in my hands. Watching the seconds tick away, I thought about the adventures yet to come and the memories waiting to be made.

The magic of New Year’s Eve is not just in the celebrations but in the promise of new beginnings. As I prepare to seize 2025 with health, wealth, vitality, and a zest for life, I can’t help but wonder: Who will join me in these moments of indulgence and discovery?

To my dear suitors, I invite you to imagine stepping into the new year together, embracing the extraordinary and creating memories that last a lifetime. Let’s make this year one for the books.

Xx, Olivia

Dear Suitors,

Mid-December in Manhattan holds a certain magic, a gilded allure where the city comes alive in a symphony of lights, sounds, and traditions. Recently, I found myself swept into the holiday bustle, where the energy is as undeniable as it is intoxicating.

The day began in my boudoir, lit by the flickering glow of my favorite candelabra. Its golden hue seemed to push back the chill of a blustery New York afternoon, casting warm shadows as I moved through the room. There’s something about candlelight that invites reflection, even indulgence. It was a perfect way to prepare for an evening that promised both romance and nostalgia.

Stepping out onto Fifth Avenue, I was immediately met by the holiday rush—the streets alive with anticipation, the air filled with the scent of roasted chestnuts and hints of evergreen. Tourists and locals mingled in a whirlwind of shopping bags and laughter, their hearts open to the season’s merriment.

My walk began at The Plaza, the iconic hotel that stands as a beacon of Manhattan’s grandeur. Its famed brass-plated doors, worn to a rich patina by over a century of hands, felt like an entrance to another time. As I descended the grand steps, I paused to admire the opulent Christmas decorations that have become a signature of the season here—a scene that felt as timeless as the city itself.

As dusk settled, I continued toward the Cartier Mansion, its glowing red ribbon wrapping the building like a gift to the city. The history of this structure is steeped in Gilded Age elegance, once home to a New York tycoon before becoming a symbol of high-end luxury. Walking past, I couldn’t help but feel the contrast of old and new—a delicate dance between tradition and modernity that Manhattan performs so well.

And then, there was the dress. My gold gown, with its unique fringe, seemed to catch the city’s lights with every step. The way it moved—twirling and swaying as I walked—felt like an echo of Manhattan itself, a city that’s always in motion, always shimmering.

This holiday season, I find myself drawn to the city’s dualities: the hustle and warmth, the opulence and simplicity, the past and the present. And in these moments, I’m reminded that there’s nothing quite like sharing this magic with someone who truly appreciates it.

To my dear suitors, I invite you to imagine strolling beside me through this gilded wonderland. Let’s create memories as timeless as Manhattan’s charm and as luminous as the season itself.

Xx Olivia

Dear Suitors,

There’s something extraordinary about Manhattan in mid-December. The city sparkles under its winter lights, every corner exuding an energy that feels both timeless and celebratory. This past week, I indulged in the kind of evening that reminds me why this city is unmatched during the holiday season.

The night began with a visit to an intimate invite-only pop-up art exhibition tucked away in the heart of Chelsea. The exhibit—a collection of abstract winter “landscapes”, from contemporary artists—was a quiet revelation. Each piece felt like a window into a different moment of serenity: snowy forests bathed in moonlight, cityscapes softened by falling snow, and abstract interpretations of winter’s chill. Standing amidst the artwork, I felt the pulse of Manhattan slow just for a moment.

Afterward, I made my way to a nearby performance hall for an enchanting evening of live jazz. The melodies wrapped around the room like a cashmere shawl, warm and familiar yet daringly fresh. It was a performance that reminded me how music, like Manhattan, always finds ways to surprise you.

The evening didn’t end there. I retreated to a luxurious suite at a hotel overlooking the Hudson, where the city’s glittering skyline felt like my own private constellation. The room itself was a haven—plush linens, soft lighting, and a bottle of perfectly chilled sparkling water waiting for me. As I slipped into a bespoke set of red silk lingerie, I felt an unmatched sense of indulgence, the kind that only comes from embracing life’s most exquisite pleasures.

Moments like this are what make winter in Manhattan magical: the quiet intimacy of art, the pulse of live music, and the luxury of retreating into a world all your own.

This season, I invite you to join me in crafting our own gilded winter evenings. Whether it’s exploring the city’s hidden gems, savoring fine dining, or simply enjoying each other’s company in quiet elegance, let’s create memories as shimmering as the city itself.

Xx Olivia

Dear Suitors,

Manhattan’s charm during the holiday season is one predictable thing I cherish—its sparkling energy is undeniable, with every corner adorned in lights and celebration in the air. I love how much truly stunning art is public display as well. Recently, on a brisk December day, I found myself walking through in a quiet courtyard, and stopped in my tracks in awe, captivated by a work of art that exuded both strength and playfulness: a bronze horse sculpture by the legendary Fernando Botero.

Botero’s equestrian sculptures have graced Manhattan’s most iconic spaces, including his historical 1993 “Botero in New York” exhibit along Park Avenue, in which I have seen photos before and heard stories from suitors of its glory. Botero’s works celebrate bold forms and sensual elegance, and this particular horse, with its voluminous curves, seemed to embody both power and whimsy. Standing in its presence, surrounded by twinkling lights and the crisp early winter air, I felt a moment of pure delight—a reminder of how art has the ability to move and inspire.

The evening unfolded with a culinary experience that mirrored the beauty of that moment. At Frevo, a hidden Michelin-starred gem in Greenwich Village, I indulged in a tasting menu crafted with precision and passion. Entering through a discreet gallery space, I was greeted by the LED sculpture “Duality of Perception” by AKACORLEONE, setting the tone for an extraordinary dining experience. Each dish on the menu was a masterpiece: kanpachi with curry leaves, lamb with chanterelles, and the unexpected brilliance of wasabi-tinted dark chocolate. Every bite felt like an intimate dialogue between flavors and textures, presented with the utmost care by a team of professionals whose passion was palpable.

The next day brought a retreat from the city’s energy. My suite overlooking the harbor offered a serene escape with views of the docks and the bay bathed in golden light. There, I indulged in another kind of artistry—a deep red Bordelle set that felt as exquisite on my skin as it looked in the mirror. Watching the sunset from the suite, I felt the season’s warmth in the moments of reflection and beauty, a reminder of how meaningful connections and surroundings elevate life’s pleasures.

This holiday season invites us to celebrate the extraordinary—whether through art, fine dining, or the luxury of a quiet moment shared. My experiences with Botero’s timeless strength, Frevo’s culinary artistry, and the tranquil beauty of the harbor inspired a sense of gratitude for the elegance and wonder in life.

To my dear suitors, I invite you to imagine these moments with me—walking through a courtyard alive with art, sharing an intimate Michelin-starred dinner, and retreating to a peaceful suite where the city feels far away. Let’s make this season one to remember, together.

Xx, Olivia

Dear Suitors,

There’s a distinct magic to this time of year in New York City—the quiet hum of post-Thanksgiving gratitude, the crispness of the autumn air mingling with the anticipation of the holidays ahead. Recently, I embraced this seasonal splendor by immersing myself in two of my greatest loves: art and nature.

My day began with a stroll with a special Suitor along the High Line, where urban architecture and natural beauty intertwine. The trail, elevated above the city streets, offered a fleeting embrace of the season’s warmth. New York foliage, fiery in its autumn hues, provided the perfect backdrop to a collection of murals and sculptures dotting the path. Each piece felt like a dialogue between the manmade and the organic—a fitting prelude to what awaited me at the Whitney Museum.

At the Whitney, I found myself captivated by works of modern art that challenged perception and celebrated creativity. Among the exhibitions, I was particularly drawn to Georgia O’Keeffe’s pieces. Her work, steeped in sensuality and subtle power, felt especially resonant. Seeing her vibrant colors and soft, flowing forms in person added a tactile dimension to the themes of nature and femininity she explored so beautifully. O’Keeffe’s ability to capture intimacy and grandeur simultaneously reminded me of how art, much like companionship, can evoke emotions that linger long after the moment passes.

The evening brought a quieter kind of indulgence. Returning to a more secluded setting, I slipped into something extraordinary: a custom-made blue suede lingerie set gifted to me and designed to my exact measurements. The supple suede, both soft and structured, felt like a second skin—a luxurious texture unlike any other. As I admired the way it complemented the contours of my body, I couldn’t help but reflect on the parallels between the day’s experiences: art, nature, and the allure of textures and forms that speak directly to the senses.

This season is a time for slowing down, for rediscovering beauty in the details. Whether it’s the golden leaves of the High Line, the sensual curves of an O’Keeffe painting, or the intimate elegance of custom lingerie, these moments remind me that the most profound joys are often the most personal.

To my dear Suitors, I invite you to imagine what memories we could create together this holiday season. Let’s take time to celebrate the art of connection, the beauty of indulgence, and the allure of slowing down to savor every moment.

Xx, Olivia

Dear Suitors,

There’s something enchanting about autumn in New York City, especially when Central Park is at its peak. The vibrant reds and golds of the leaves, the sweet, earthy aroma that lingers in the air, and the crisp warmth of a sunny fall day make the city feel alive with possibility. On a recent afternoon, I let the magic of the season guide me, strolling through the park on my way to one of my favorite Upper East Side lingerie boutiques.

Central Park in autumn has a way of slowing time. Every step is a celebration of beauty, every breath a reminder to savor the moment. As I walked, I couldn’t help but notice how the light played through the trees, creating golden beams that seemed to follow me. A suitor, ever so thoughtful, captured some candid photos of me during this perfect moment. There’s something special about seeing yourself through someone else’s lens—a reflection of a memory already becoming timeless.

The anticipation of what lay ahead pulled me toward the boutique, a haven of delicate silks, intricate laces, and hand-crafted treasures. Among the collections, a fringe lingerie set in navy blue lace caught my eye. The intricate beading and hand-sewn tassels felt like a modern masterpiece, and I knew I had to try it. Later, as I slipped into the set at home, the sensation of the lace and the playful movement of the tassels against my skin awakened something thrilling. There’s a certain power in wearing something so exquisitely crafted—it’s not just about how it looks, but how it makes you feel.

The next evening brought another kind of indulgence, this time culinary. I was treated to an intimate tasting menu at Frevo in the West Village, a hidden gem tucked behind an unassuming art gallery. Upon entering, the first thing I noticed was a striking LED light installation by multidisciplinary artist AKACORLEONE—a captivating piece that set the tone for what was to come. Frevo’s ambiance is understated yet elegant, allowing the artistry of the food to take center stage.

The tasting menu was a symphony of flavors: lamb with chanterelle mushrooms, kanpachi with curry leaves, and a surprising dark chocolate dessert infused with a subtle hint of wasabi. Each dish was a work of art, both visually stunning and delightfully complex on the palate. As I savored each bite, I found myself reflecting on how the best experiences, whether culinary or personal, are those that surprise and delight in equal measure.

Moments like these—whether in the warmth of autumn leaves, the thrill of fine lingerie, or the intimacy of a shared meal—remind me that life is meant to be savored. Quality companionship is about more than just being present; it’s about creating memories that linger, experiences that inspire, and connections that feel truly meaningful.

To my dear Suitors, I invite you to imagine the memories we could create together. Let’s celebrate the season, embrace the pleasures of the present, and mark our own moments that will become unforgettable.

Xx,Olivia

Dear Suitors,

New York City is in a special moment of pre-holiday sparkle right now, with crispness in the air, the golden light filtering through the trees, and the quiet promise of the holiday season just around the corner. On a recent day, I found myself immersed in the delights of the city, indulging in everything that makes this time of year so special.

My day began with a lovely invitation : I was treated to quality company of a gentleman and a fun shopping excursion for cozy yet sensual winter luxuries to carry me through the colder months. Among the treasures I selected were Wilford stockings—soft, warm, and exquisitely made—and a striking lingerie set by Bordelle. This particular piece, inspired by the cubist art movement, felt like a wearable masterpiece. Its bold lines and geometric precision echoed the avant-garde philosophy that has always fascinated me.

Afterward, I we cozied up with good conversation and delicious food at a neighborhood gem for an intimate dinner. At Caviar Kaspia, I savored a perfectly cooked Atlantic salmon, paired with fresh seasonal vegetables that captured the vibrancy of the season. The meal was accompanied by a carefully crafted mocktail, its flavors balanced and refreshing, enjoyed in the ambiance of their beautifully appointed bar—a true treasure in the heart of the city. The evening unfolded with ease, a seamless blend of elegance and warmth.

Later, behind the closed doors of a luxury hotel tucked into one of Manhattan’s most exclusive neighborhoods, we continued to embrace the indulgence of the day. The hotel itself was an oasis of sophistication, with spacious rooms adorned in a palette of soft creams and rich woods, offering every comfort imaginable. It was the perfect retreat to unwind and revel in the treasures I had collected earlier.

I slipped out of a silky robe dress, its fabric whispering against my skin, alighting on the bed, and took a moment to appreciate the artistry of the Bordelle lingerie set. Inspired by cubism, the piece sparked a new fascination for the movement’s philosophy—a revolutionary approach to art that questioned perception, time, and the fluidity of creativity. The dialogue between cubist artists and philosophers was transformative, exploring how fragmented perspectives could come together to create something entirely new. It was a reminder that art, much like life, is a mosaic of moments and experiences, woven together to form a greater whole.

The evening took a playful turn as my Suitor drew me us a hot bath and lit candles, I opened a blank sketchbook—a thoughtful gift from him, he who invited me to explore writing some fantasies for the upcoming holiday season. (We later read them together in the bath and smiled together at the ones that were in alignment with his desires as well. )As I mused on the pages, envisioning scenes of indulgence, mischief, and intimate moments shared in the glow of holiday lights, I felt a deep sense of gratitude. There’s a joy in dreaming, in imagining all the ways to create meaningful, memorable experiences together.

After all, what I offer is more than companionship; it’s the opportunity to slow down, to savor life’s pleasures, and to embrace the sublime. For the gentleman who has everything else, quality companionship is the ultimate luxury—a chance to experience the extraordinary in every moment.

This holiday season, I invite you to dream up your perfect holiday getaway or city adventure with me—imagine the memories we could create together, the moments that linger long after the snow has melted. Let’s take some time to slow down, to indulge, and to celebrate the good life, as it’s meant to be lived.

Xx, Olivia

Dear Suitors,

Autumn in New York City is a season of crisp air, golden leaves, and a renewed sense of purpose. Recently, I indulged in a much-needed day of self-care and elegance, set against the iconic cobblestone streets of SoHo and Tribeca. My stay at a beautiful boutique hotel, just steps away from some of the city’s best shopping and restaurants, became the perfect haven to embrace balance, beauty, and the pursuit of happiness.

The hotel itself was a sanctuary of refinement and exclusivity, with access to a private members-only club offering every amenity a health oriented woman could desire. My morning began with a brisk warm-up around the cobblestone streets at twilight—a serene way to blend fitness with the beauty of the city. The members’ club, attached to the hotel, became my personal wellness retreat, featuring a Finnish dry sauna, a pilates room, and a dedicated space for yoga. There’s something deeply grounding about flowing through yoga poses after a challenging run—each movement reminds me of the flexibility and strength that serves me both on and off the mat.

As someone who values discipline and grace, running offers me the endurance to navigate life’s challenges, while yoga provides the flexibility and balance that benefits not just me, but the quality of companionship I share with my clients. Together, these practices allow me to align my body and mind, preparing me for the moments that truly matter.

After my workout, it was time to transform for an evening in SoHo and Tribeca. As I got ready, I was gifted a stunning La Perla nude bodycon dress—its elegance and perfect fit made it a dream to wear for the night ahead. There’s something uniquely thrilling about slipping into a piece that accentuates every curve, embodying both confidence and refinement.

The evening itself was a celebration of beauty and connection. Autumn in the city feels particularly momentous, the golden leaves and crisp air serving as the perfect backdrop for the joys of quality time. After the adrenaline-filled week of post-election energy, it was a reminder that beyond all the apparent wins and losses, we all seek the same things: a little piece of happiness, a sense of liberty, and the simple pursuit of joy.

Whether it’s a moment of stillness in a sauna, a brisk run under a twilight sky, or a night out in the perfect dress, life’s pleasures are found in the balance between effort and indulgence. Here’s to the beauty of self-care, the thrill of connection, and the pursuit of everything that makes life worth living.

Xx, Olivia

Dear Suitors,

There are few things as thrilling as the clash of titans on the baseball field, and this season was an exceptional one, bringing both Yankees and Dodgers fans together in a spectacular celebration of the game. Recently, I had the pleasure of attending two unforgettable Yankees home games—playoff and World Series matchups that captured the energy of New York’s storied love for baseball and added a rich layer to my fondness for both New York and Los Angeles.

My journey to the playoffs began in New York, where I toasted the Yankees’ comeback season with a bottle of the finest zero-proof champagne, celebrating their resurgence since their last World Series win. With a gift of beautiful Max Mara heeled boots from a generous suitor, I was dressed to embrace the excitement of the night—an invitation to become a part of the autumn nostalgia that permeates Yankee Stadium during playoff season. Surrounded by the rich hues of the fall leaves and the crowd’s energy, I was immersed in an iconic New York experience, one of unity and tradition.

My heart, however, is as at home in Los Angeles as it is in New York. I am no stranger to the electric atmosphere of L.A., where the energy is vibrant and effortless, each moment charged with anticipation. With the Dodgers crowned as the 2024 World Series champions, I find myself reflecting on what makes each city’s love for the game unique. Los Angeles brings a warmth and easy glamour to the celebration, while New York pulses with intensity, as if every cheer and every play is woven into the city’s heartbeat.

Diplomacy comes naturally when you find beauty in both sides—so as I watched the Yankees strive and the Dodgers triumph, I found myself grateful to experience the best of both worlds. The stadium roars are different, the streets are different, and yet, the passion for the game, for tradition and victory, is a bond shared by these two extraordinary cities.

To my dear suitors on both coasts, thank you for sharing in these moments, for your gifts, and for making these experiences even richer. Here’s to New York and Los Angeles, to the Yankees and Dodgers, and to the incredible blend of elegance and exhilaration that unites us all.

Xx, Olivia

Dear Suitors,

There are few experiences that capture the essence of luxury and nostalgia quite like an evening immersed in timeless music. Recently, I had the distinct pleasure of attending an exclusive concert, held by one of the world’s most revered musicians. You know the kind of artist I’m speaking of—the one whose name alone conjures images of elegant melodies, stories told through song, and a presence that has left an indelible mark on the world stage.

The venue itself was just as special as the performance—a historic, intimate setting with vaulted ceilings and ornate architectural details, perfectly suited to the grandeur of the evening. My seat in the front row offered an uninterrupted view of the stage, allowing me to take in every note, every glance, and every movement with a feeling of complete immersion.

As the night unfolded, I found myself transported by the deep, soulful resonance of his voice. The kind of sound that takes you from the bustling streets of New York to the moody, jazz-infused corners of distant cities. Each note seemed to linger in the air, with an effortless grace, drawing us deeper into the music’s captivating flow. His signature style, blending the refined with the unconventional, left the entire room swaying gently, as if the music itself was leading us on a journey through moments both past and present.

The vibe of the evening was reminiscent of the song that many people associate with him—a tale of a wandering Englishman in New York, blending cultures, sounds, and experiences into something magical. There’s something about his music that evokes a sense of adventure and comfort all at once, as if every lyric is a quiet invitation to explore both the familiar and the unknown. Watching him perform live, from the front row, was an experience beyond description—a mix of nostalgia and present-moment intimacy that left me feeling both grounded and uplifted.

After the concert, I returned to my hotel, an oasis of elegance nestled quietly away from the bustling city. It’s the kind of place that knows exactly how to cater to those who crave luxury without the unnecessary fanfare. The moment I stepped into the suite, I was greeted by a welcoming warmth, the soft glow of the evening light filtering through floor-to-ceiling windows. The room was a perfect blend of refined textures—velvet, leather, and marble—all coming together to create a sense of tranquility amidst the city’s pulse.

I couldn’t help but reflect on the night as I slipped out of my evening dress and into something more comfortable. The music still lingered in my mind, as did the feeling of being a part of something special—an exclusive moment in time shared only by those lucky enough to be there. And as I sank into the plush bed, the crisp sheets and the soft hum of the city outside lulling me into rest, I felt a deep sense of gratitude. For the music, for the moment, for the luxury of being able to savor it all in such a stunning setting.

There’s a certain kind of beauty in these experiences—the blending of music, space, and time, all crafted to leave a lasting impression. It’s these moments of elegance and artistry that remind me of the finer things in life, and I am truly grateful to share them with those who understand their rarity and value.

As always, dear suitors, I invite you to imagine joining me in such moments—where time slows, music fills the air, and luxury becomes not just a setting, but an experience to be shared.

Xx, Olivia

Dear Suitors,

Autumn in New York City is a season where the senses come alive. The colors of the leaves shifting to rich golds and crimsons, the cool breeze carrying the scent of change—it all creates a perfect backdrop for moments of indulgence and discovery. Recently, I found myself swept into a day that was as enriching as it was luxurious, filled with culinary delights, artistic intrigue, and the sensual pleasures of the city.

It began at a beautiful loft in Tribeca, where the high-vaulted ceilings and large windows offered a view of the cobblestone streets below. I arrived wearing a new red dress, its deep hue echoing the season’s palette. A bouquet of crimson roses, gifted by a suitor, filled the space with their heady fragrance, setting the mood for a day brimming with passion and elegance. The textures, the scent of the flowers, and the warmth of the loft all combined to create an intimate sanctuary—one where time seemed to slow and every moment felt carefully curated.

I indulged in a rich charcuterie board, carefully curated to fit my preferences—sans dairy, yet full of bold, fresh flavors. The light streaming in through the windows cast a soft glow on the room, making the space feel both grand and cozy. The textures of the meats and carefully chosen accompaniments, the warmth of the wood underfoot, and the soft fabrics of the furniture all played a part in making me feel as though I had stepped into a world where every detail was a work of art.

But the day was far from over. As a lover of art, I was fortunate to receive an elite sneak peek at a new exhibition set to open soon in the area. Guided by a knowledgeable art dealer, I was led into the hidden depths of the exhibition, where the artworks felt almost alive in the way they drew me in. Each piece seemed to tell a story, their textures and colors radiating under the soft, curated light of the gallery. The experience was both mysterious and thrilling, as I immersed myself in the beauty of the works, feeling an immense sense of gratitude for the opportunity to learn and explore this new world of creative expression. The soft whispers of the art dealer, guiding me through the narratives of the pieces, heightened my joy, leaving me eager to discover more.

Later, I made my way to Vestry, a Michelin-starred restaurant in SoHo, where the scent of fresh seafood greeted me the moment I entered. The restaurant itself was a blend of elegance and modernity, its charm fitting perfectly with the artistic energy of the day. I indulged in a seafood platter that was nothing short of exquisite—Carolina Prawns, West Coast Oysters, Hokkaido Sea Scallops, trout roe, and Quahog clams—each bite a burst of flavor, rich with the essence of the sea. The interplay of textures, the vibrant freshness of the seafood, and the expertly crafted flavors made the meal a true reflection of Vestry’s mastery in bringing together raw and refined ingredients.

Returning to the loft, I allowed myself to fully embrace the sensual pleasures of the evening. The roses, still fresh and fragrant, filled the room with their intoxicating scent. I slipped out of my red dress, letting the cool air brush against my skin before donning something more intimate. The soft glow of the city lights outside, the plush feel of the fabrics, and the heady scent of the roses all combined to create a moment of pure sensuality. I felt enveloped by the warmth and beauty of the day, and as I lounged in the glow of the loft, I reflected on the joy and richness that had filled each moment.

As the season draws on, I invite you, my dear suitors, to imagine making memories like these together—where time slows down and the preciousness of leisure takes center stage. For the gentleman who has everything but seeks a true connection, these moments of quiet luxury are what make life truly exceptional.

Here’s to discovering the hidden layers of New York, where luxury, art, and elegance intertwine to create something unforgettable. Select “King” to follow through on joining me in making your fantasy a reality.

Xx, Olivia

Dear Suitors,

Autumn in New York City is nothing short of magical. The crisp air, the golden hues of the leaves, and the rhythm of the city shifting with the season all create a backdrop for experiences that are as fleeting as they are beautiful. During a recent stay at an exclusive boutique hotel tucked away in the Financial District, I had the pleasure of embracing this enchanting time of year in the most luxurious way possible, all thanks to the generosity of a special suitor whose kindness made it all happen.

I checked into the Otto Suite, the property’s most premier offering, with expansive space that stretched beyond expectations. The largest lounge in the hotel welcomed me, with stunning views overlooking the East River and the gentle movement of the Governors Island ferry. The suite itself was designed for moments of quiet indulgence, featuring a separate living area, deep soaking tubs, and a lavish bathroom that provided a sense of warmth and comfort against the cooler autumn air.

Upon arrival, I was greeted with a gift that was nothing short of exquisite—a pair of bespoke 18k gold diamond and pearl earrings from a jeweler known for hand-forging their gold with meticulous detail. These earrings were more than just jewelry; they were art. Freshwater rice pearls set amongst barnacle-like forms and white diamonds made for a unique, alternative take on the classic pearl earring. It was a gesture of craftsmanship and beauty that set the tone for the rest of my stay.

Later that afternoon, I took a carriage ride through Central Park, where the leaves were ablaze with the warm, golden colors of early fall. The rhythmic clop of the horse’s hooves on the pavement added a nostalgic charm, as I took in the beauty of the park’s winding paths and tranquil lakes. Wrapped in a cozy blanket, I felt the cool breeze against my skin, reminding me that the season had truly arrived. The ride was the perfect way to soak in the beauty of nature while surrounded by the iconic city skyline.

That evening, I dined at an exclusive restaurant, Le Jardin, a hidden gem known for its elegant yet understated charm. My meal was a symphony of seasonal flavors: a warm butternut squash soup drizzled with truffle oil, followed by a seared duck breast served with caramelized figs and a rich red wine reduction. For dessert, a delicate spiced pear tart paired with vanilla bean gelato perfectly captured the essence of the season.

Returning to the suite, I was treated to a Bespoke Bath Turndown Service—a signature offering of the Otto Suites. As the hotel’s attentive staff prepared the bathroom, they transformed the space into a personal spa oasis. A Bathorium Bubble Elixir, paired with an Aphrodite Bath Bomb, filled the clawfoot tub with luxurious aromatherapeutic bubbles and fresh rose petals. I sank into the warm water, the soothing scent of rose and lavender enveloping me as I soaked away the evening, feeling the relaxation take hold. It was the perfect way to warm myself after a day spent outdoors, allowing me to embrace the cozy side of autumn.

Warmed and relaxed, I sipped on a cup of herbal tea, flown in from Singapore, which added a sense of global luxury to the experience. The tea’s subtle, warming blend was the perfect companion as I curled up in the suite’s living area, gazing out at the lights of the East River.

The Otto Suite was more than just a place to stay—it was a retreat designed for comfort, elegance, and moments of true indulgence. With space to relax, unwind, and entertain, it is an ideal escape for those who want the full New York experience with all the privacy and luxury imaginable. Whether you’re in need of a quiet moment in the deep soaking tub, or a spacious setting to entertain, the Otto Suite offers it all.

As I reflected on the beauty of autumn in New York and the unforgettable experiences of the day, I couldn’t help but feel deep gratitude for the special suitor who made all of this possible. His generosity allowed me to fully embrace the elegance and magic of the season, and for that, I am truly thankful.

Here’s to embracing the magic of fall in the city, where luxury and serenity go hand in hand.

Xx, Olivia

Dear Suitors,

There’s something undeniably alluring about a hotel that masterfully combines luxury with bespoke charm, a rare balance that few places manage to achieve. I recently had the pleasure of staying at one such gem, nestled just steps away from the financial heart of Manhattan, Wall Street.

What I love most about hotels like this is how effortlessly they match their sense of refinement with the personal touch of a tailor-made experience. Every detail feels curated, creating an atmosphere where sophistication is felt in every corner. This weekend, as I found myself surrounded by tasteful men and women unwinding after a long week, I devoted time to enjoy the little luxuries that make life memorable.

The hotel’s elegant restaurant became the perfect setting to indulge in a light yet exquisite meal. I savored delicate Haricots Verts alongside fresh West Coast oysters, the perfect combination of briny, oceanic flavors, balanced by their crisp, mineral undertones. Paired with a refreshing berry mocktail, the experience felt simultaneously refined and indulgent.

What truly elevated my time there was the space within which to relax and play, surrounded by exquisite interior design. These lovely accommodations are part of a renowned group of hotels, whose design sensibilities are iconic across the industry. The signature style blends modern British influences with bold, unexpected touches—an eclectic mix of colors, textures, and carefully curated art that brings warmth and life to the spaces. The bespoke furniture, playful use of patterns, and unique artwork all contribute to a luxurious yet inviting atmosphere that feels personal and engaging, rather than purely opulent.

These hotels are celebrated not only for their design but also for their ability to create environments that are luxurious without being ostentatious, intimate while maintaining a sense of grandeur. This particular hotel also holds Michelin Key status, a rare accolade that represents the pinnacle of excellence which I can attest to personally. I was treated to the utmost in comfort, service, and attention to detail. This property is not only luxurious but also deeply attentive to the guest experience.

After an evening of fine dining and mingling, I kicked off my shoes and let myself sink into the comfort of the hotel’s bed. The linens were impeccably soft, the mattress firm yet inviting, and the feeling of pure relaxation was instant. As I stretched out on the bed, surrounded by the beautiful textures and attention to detail in the room, I felt a sense of sensual freedom that this kind of environment naturally inspires. It was a moment to savor the calm, the quiet luxury, and the indulgent comfort that makes this New York abode an experience like no other.

Offering more than just a meal or a night's stay—it was an immersive experience. The sophisticated crowd, the attentive service, and the proximity to Wall Street create a unique environment where power and elegance blend effortlessly. It’s the perfect setting for a suitor who appreciates not only high-end luxury but the art of personal, bespoke experiences.

For those of you who seek more than just extravagance, who crave the finer, more thoughtful details that elevate a moment from ordinary to extraordinary, this is a place you must experience. Every corner whispers elegance, every bite tells a story of refinement, and every glance around the room reminds you of the exclusivity of this space.

Here’s to weekends spent in luxury, among the company of the sophisticated, and always seeking the sublime. Quality companionship is the key. To unlock the fullest experience, select “King” and take the next step toward making memories together that will last a lifetime.

Xx, Olivia

Dear Suitors,

As the gentle warmth of summer graced the high ceilings of a classic brownstone in Manhattan, filled with modern art and fine furnishings, I found the serene city sunlight streaming through the windows invigorating. My day began in harmony, clad in a body hugging yoga outfit, stretching and strengthening with each pose, aligning myself with the city’s vibrant pulse.

Post-yoga, I indulged in organic strawberries and celery, handpicked from Zabar's, Manhattan’s historical upscale grocery market known for its fine produce and gourmet selections. These fresh bites not only nourished but also echoed the city’s flair for exquisite, health-conscious offerings.

Transitioning from my morning rituals, I slipped into a body-con designer orange casual dress that hugged every curve, a perfect blend of comfort and high fashion, as well as subtle and delicate diamond and gold hand-forged jewelry that was gifted to me by gentleman suitors. Then it was time to delve into the latest issues of local and haute couture magazines, lounging luxuriously before heading to Soho for a culinary delight.

Lunch at Le CouCou offered a menu that tantalized my tastebuds while respecting my dietary choices. I savored a delightful plate of Salade de Légumes, a vibrant assortment of seasonal vegetables, followed by the Poulet Noir, a succulent preparation of black chicken that left me wanting to return to this bastion of culinary pleasure. Each dish was crafted to perfection, devoid of dairy and gluten, ensuring a meal that was as wholesome as it was delicious.

The afternoon called for a stroll through Hudson River Park, where I watched sailboats glide across the shimmering water, their sails catching the late summer breeze. The park, a tapestry of green amidst the urban sprawl, offered a moment of tranquility and a touch of nature's artistry with its outdoor sculptures and installations.

As the day wound down, I returned to the brownstone, the city's sunset glow accompanied me. In the privacy of my elegant abode, I prepared for a soothing bath, the ritual of disrobing and lounging in delicate lingerie an act of self-love and anticipation for the evening’s extended relaxation.

This splendid day was but a glimpse of what the end of summer in New York offers. As we bid adieu to this radiant season, I invite you, my dear Suitors, to join me in embracing the lavish lifestyle and creating memories that sparkle like the city skyline.

With all my affection and anticipation of our luxurious encounters,

Xx, Olivia

Dear Suitors,

As the gentle warmth of summer graced the high ceilings of a classic brownstone in Manhattan, filled with modern art and fine furnishings, I found the serene city sunlight streaming through the windows invigorating. My day began in harmony, clad in a body hugging yoga outfit, stretching and strengthening with each pose, aligning myself with the city’s vibrant pulse.

Post-yoga, I indulged in organic strawberries and celery, handpicked from Zabar's, Manhattan’s historical upscale grocery market known for its fine produce and gourmet selections. These fresh bites not only nourished but also echoed the city’s flair for exquisite, health-conscious offerings.

Transitioning from my morning rituals, I slipped into a body-con designer orange casual dress that hugged every curve, a perfect blend of comfort and high fashion, as well as subtle and delicate diamond and gold hand-forged jewelry that was gifted to me by gentleman suitors. Then it was time to delve into the latest issues of local and haute couture magazines, lounging luxuriously before heading to Soho for a culinary delight.

Lunch at Le CouCou offered a menu that tantalized my tastebuds while respecting my dietary choices. I savored a delightful plate of Salade de Légumes, a vibrant assortment of seasonal vegetables, followed by the Poulet Noir, a succulent preparation of black chicken that left me wanting to return to this bastion of culinary pleasure. Each dish was crafted to perfection, devoid of dairy and gluten, ensuring a meal that was as wholesome as it was delicious.

The afternoon called for a stroll through Hudson River Park, where I watched sailboats glide across the shimmering water, their sails catching the late summer breeze. The park, a tapestry of green amidst the urban sprawl, offered a moment of tranquility and a touch of nature's artistry with its outdoor sculptures and installations.

As the day wound down, I returned to the brownstone, the city's sunset glow accompanied me. In the privacy of my elegant abode, I prepared for a soothing bath, the ritual of disrobing and lounging in delicate lingerie an act of self-love and anticipation for the evening’s extended relaxation.

This splendid day was but a glimpse of what the end of summer in New York offers. As we bid adieu to this radiant season, I invite you, my dear Suitors, to join me in embracing the lavish lifestyle and creating memories that sparkle like the city skyline.

With all my affection and anticipation of our luxurious encounters,

Xx, Olivia

Dear Suitors,

This past weekend, I embraced the world of tennis from the luxurious Otto Suite at Wall Street Hotel, a bastion of bespoke elegance. My days began in the expansive comfort of my suite, where I prepared for the thrilling matches ahead with a bespoke hairstyling session that set the tone for an exquisite day.

Dressed in tennis whites with a twist, my figure-forming dress was more than just attire—it was a statement, turning heads and drawing compliments from fellow tennis aficionados at the prestigious 1968 Room. This exclusive spot was my haven, where I indulged in fresh seasonal fruits, expertly prepared sushi, and conversations with high-profile executives and refined enthusiasts, all sharing a passion for the sport's grace and intensity.

The highlight of my visit was witnessing Paula Badosa and Emma Navarro’s clash on the court, with Navarro clinching victory in her hometown—an added layer of delight for us spectators. Each stroke and strategy displayed by these formidable players was a lesson in tenacity and skill, making it a match to remember.

Equally gripping was the showdown between Taylor Fritz and Alexander Zverev. Fritz, with his dynamic play, is a beacon for American tennis, being the first American man to reach a major final since Andy Roddick in 2009. The match was a series of nail-biting sets, ending in a breathtaking 7-6, 3-6, 6-4, 7-6 victory that kept us on the edge of our seats.

As I reflected on my weekend, it wasn't just the matches that made it memorable, but the luxurious setting, the vibrant company, and the sheer elegance of each moment.

To my dear suitors, whether you relish the sophistication of tennis or the exclusive experiences of luxury suites, let's plan our next adventure together. There’s an entire world of sports and splendor waiting for us to explore.

With all my affection,

Xx, Olivia

Dear Suitors,

This morning unfolded within the historical charm of a Brownstone, setting the stage for an extraordinary day. My journey began with the luxury of a private car whisking me away to the prestigious Arthur Ashe Stadium for an exhilarating day of tennis.

Thanks to the generosity of a select suitor, I enjoyed exclusive suite access and courtside seats—a prime vantage point to witness the prowess of tennis's top seeds, Janik Sinner and Iga Swiatek. The suite was a haven of comfort, offering expedited gate entry which was a welcome relief on a sweltering late summer day.

Surrounded by influential figures, I indulged in delightful refreshments including mocktails and sparkling water infused with fresh fruit, and light fare like succulent figs. The atmosphere was charged with excitement, each match bringing its own drama and thrill. The privilege of being so close to the action, even within sight of broadcast cameras, added an extra layer of thrill to the experience.

This is just the beginning of my adventures at the Open, and I eagerly anticipate my next visit—perhaps even an exclusive entry to the revered 1968 Room. Each visit not only offers a spectacular view of top-tier tennis but also moments of unparalleled luxury and social mingling.

Join me as I share more behind-the-scenes glimpses and personal anecdotes from these splendid days. Whether court side or within the exclusive confines of luxury suites, each experience is a story worth telling.

With all my affection and anticipation for the next serve,

Xx, Olivia

Dear Suitors,

This weekend, I had the exquisite pleasure of staying at a five star hotel in Philadelphia, a beacon of luxury nestled high above the historic heart of Center City. My room, perched on the 54th floor, offered a panoramic view that captured the essence of Philadelphia's vibrant essence and architectural grandeur.

Philadelphia, a city steeped in history, stands as a testament to America’s rich cultural and revolutionary past. It's home to the Liberty Bell and Independence Hall, where the Declaration of Independence was signed, making it a city where every corner tells a story of liberty and artistic freedom.

My mornings began with an exclusive retreat to the hotel’s infinity pool on the top floor. Immersed in the tranquil waters, I greeted the sunrise that painted the city in golden hues. The serenity of having the pool to myself, with the city stretching out beneath me, was nothing short of sublime. Following my swim, the warmth of the sauna enveloped me, offering a quiet moment of reflection before the day began.

On Saturday, my cultural exploration continued at the Philadelphia Museum of Art, a sanctuary of creativity and history. I was particularly captivated by the exhibit "Jasper Johns: Mind/Mirror," contrasting dramatically with Man Ray’s *Le Beau Temps*. Johns’ introspective and complex pieces, laden with abstract emotional depth, provided a striking dialogue against Man Ray's playful surrealism, enriching my appreciation for the breadth and depth of modern art.

Each viewing became a personal journey through the artistic expressions that challenge and redefine our perceptions of reality and art. The reflective and thought-provoking nature of Johns' work, paired with Man Ray's whimsical innovations, highlighted the dynamic range of human creativity housed within the museum's walls.

As I share this journey with you, my dear Suitors, I invite you to imagine the possibilities that await when we explore such splendid environments together. Whether it’s savoring the quiet morning hours in a stunning infinity pool or delving into the artistic wonders of a city, our adventures could be just as enriching and majestic. When would you like to join me for a bespoke adventure?

With all my affection and anticipation of our shared discoveries,

Xx, Olivia

Dear Suitors,

Whisked away to the breathtaking expanses of Alaska, my journey began aboard a first-class flight, where luxury and anticipation blended into a seamless tapestry of excitement. My destination? A private Luxury Farm House nestled amidst sprawling acres, complete with a hot tub that offered panoramic views of lush greenery and vibrant peony gardens.

Each morning, I awoke in a grand wrought iron bed, the dawn whispering through delicate curtains. The days unfurled with indulgent baths in a vintage clawfoot tub, setting the tone for adventures that lay ahead. One such adventure was a helicopter ride over the majestic Knik River. The highlight? A surreal pit stop on a pristine glacier, where I tasted the icy freshness of glacier-fed waters, a moment of pure connection with nature’s untouched beauty.

My explorations took me to Alyeska Mountain for a scenic hike, where the vistas stretched endlessly. Despite the season's end, remnants of snow cradled the landscape, adding a crisp freshness to the air. The adventure softened into relaxation with a visit to a local spa, where soothing massages and dips in Finnish saunas melted away any remnants of the outside world.

Culinary delights were not far behind, with evenings adorned with sushi crafted from local sockeye salmon, a taste of Alaska's renowned seafood bounty. My cultural cravings were satisfied at the Anchorage Art Museum, where I immersed myself in exhibits that celebrated local artists and sparked conversations on cultural narratives.

As twilight painted the skies, my final night unfolded in an exquisite restaurant perched atop the clouds, overlooking Anchorage’s bay. The dining experience, coupled with the view, was nothing short of celestial.

From the serene to the sensational, my Alaskan escape was a symphony of luxurious solitude and rich exploration. To those who yearn for such experiences and cherish the essence of adventure wrapped in opulence, consider this an invitation to weave your own stories with me.

With all my affection,

Xx, Olivia

Dear Suitors,

My recent excursions from the bustling life of Manhattan to the serene shores of Malibu was a tapestry of luxury, nature, and sumptuous dining, each moment woven with the thread of adventure and luxurious living. Whisked away in lie-back business class seats, my journey to Malibu started on a note of elevated comfort, setting the stage for a weekend of unparalleled indulgence.

Upon arrival, I nestled into a stunning residence along Carbon Beach, also known as "Billionaire’s Beach," a sanctuary of coastal wildlife and breathtaking ocean views. My mornings were graced with the sight of playful dolphins and a myriad of seabirds from my balcony, a backdrop so alive yet peacefully detached from the bustling city.

The true essence of Malibu unfolded under my feet as I took leisurely walks along the shore, the warm sand and cool sea breeze blending into a symphony of sensory delights. The rhythmic crashing of waves provided a soothing soundtrack to mornings spent in reflection and playful banter.

As evening, I was treated to an early dinner to Saddle Peak Lodge, an establishment rich in history and flavor. Nestled in Malibu’s canyons, the lodge served a menu that was a celebration of local fare, with dishes like the Chef's Game Trio that were as much a treat to the palate as they were a nod to culinary artistry. The ambiance of the lodge, intertwined with tales of old Hollywood and its rustic charm, added layers of intrigue to the entire dining experience.

The narrative of my stay was punctuated by moments of luxury, glamour and quality companionship. From the privacy of an architectural gem, adorned in avant-garde lingerie and exquisite jewelry, to shopping and fine dining experiences, each day was a sensual summertime delight.

As I close this chapter of my travel diary, I extend an invitation to you to become a select suitor. Let’s delve into experiences that are as enriching as they are exhilarating. If you yearn for a journey that combines the allure of private time spent in inluxurious surrounds that bring out our playful nature together, then apply to be my King.

With all my affection,

Xx, Olivia

Dear Admirers and Suitors.

This August brought a touch of Paris to my days, right here in the Upper West Side of Manhattan. Nestled among the historic architectures of West End Avenue, I found myself in a stunning pre-war home, its every corner whispering stories of a bygone era steeped in elegance and artistry. The home, inspired by Parisian charm, served as the perfect sanctuary for my summer escapades in the city.

My journey began with a leisurely walk through Bethesda Terrace, a central jewel of Central Park. Here, I greeted the friendly turtles basking near the fountain and watched as visitors enjoyed paddle boating on the shimmering waters—a delightful scene of New York summer life. The highlight of my stroll was stumbling upon a soul trio, their voices harmonizing beautifully with the rich tones of a cellist under the arches of the iconic terrace. The music, so pure and resonant, seemed to capture the very essence of what it means to be alive in this bustling city.

From the serene greens of Central Park, I transitioned to the vibrant flavors of Italy at a charming local restaurant known for its warm hospitality. Welcomed with open arms, I savored a meal that was as much a feast for the soul as it was for the palate, each dish crafted with the care and passion only found in authentic Italian cuisine.

As I reflect on these moments, I am reminded of the beauty that lies in the blend of cultures and the new memories created from such experiences. The historical resonance of the Upper West Side, combined with the day's encounters, offered a summer day that was both enriching and profoundly moving.

For those of you who yearn for a taste of this cultural richness and historical charm, or simply wish to create unforgettable moments in the company of someone who appreciates the finer things in life, I invite you to reach out. Let us craft our own exquisite adventures in the city and beyond.

With all my affection and anticipation of our next delightful encounter,

Xx, Olivia

Dear Suitors,

After my overseas adventures, I sought a serene retreat closer to home and found solace in the quaint corners of Hudson and Germantown, just a short drive north from Manhattan's ceaseless pulse. This getaway was not only a journey through the scenic landscapes of upstate New York but also an indulgence in local creativity that captivates the palate and soothes the soul.

My accommodations were nothing short of spectacular—a private abode adorned with crisp white decor that reflected the clear skies outside, and a deep, inviting bathtub that became my sanctuary. Each moment in this haven was a brushstroke on the canvas of a perfect weekend.

Dining locally, I savored dishes crafted from the freshest seasonal produce, each bite a testament to the region’s rich culinary heritage. As twilight descended, the days were punctuated with intimate picnics a few steps from the tranquil Hudson River, where the water’s gentle flow echoed the calmness in my heart.

Among the treasures this trip bestowed upon me were a stunning avant-garde lingerie set and a meticulously handcrafted gold diamond necklace, designed in London through the ethical Kimberley Process. These gifts, thoughtful and exquisitely made, are not just adornments but symbols of the cherished connections and the continued patronage of my Suitors—each piece a reminder of the beauty and generosity that grace my life.

As I reenergize from this peaceful escape, I am reminded of the power of taking a moment to breathe, to indulge in the simplicity of nature and the complexity of artisanal creations. This trip was a rejuvenating pause, a time to collect memories and experiences that fuel my passions and my pursuits.

To those who have yet to experience the joy of such a journey with me, consider this an invitation to partake in the art of luxurious travel and intimate companionship. Let’s create our own tapestry of unforgettable moments, woven with the threads of adventure, style, and profound connection.

With all my affection and anticipation of our next enchanting escape,

Xx, Olivia

Dear Suitor,

As I find myself back in the bustling heart of NYC, my thoughts fondly drift to my recent sojourn in the timeless city of Florence, Italy—a place that effortlessly blends the grandeur of the past with the pulse of the present.

Nestled within the sumptuous embrace of a five-star Florentine suite, my days were a celebration of luxury and comfort. The room, adorned with a curtain canopy bed and a sparkling chandelier, was an ode to sensuous elegance. Rich textures and fringed decor surrounded me, enhancing each moment with an air of aristocratic grace. It was here, lounging on a lavish sofa, that I reveled in the luxury of an ornate lingerie set, feeling every bit the queen of my own tale.

The culinary highlight of my trip was an unforgettable dinner at Gucci Osteria by Massimo Bottura. Known for his innovative cuisine at the three-star Michelin Osteria Francescana in Modena, Bottura's collaboration with the iconic fashion house Gucci brought an intriguing blend of style and whimsy to Florence. Each dish was a masterpiece, balancing impeccable flavors with a playful twist. Imagine butter sculpted into delicate butterflies, or a salad of uniquely foraged Italian greens—each leaf telling its own story of the Tuscan soil.

As the sun set on my birthday month, the celebration culminated in a candlelit dessert, a sweet finale to a month of joyous indulgences. But the magic of Florence wasn’t confined to the walls of restaurants or the luxury of my suite. I wandered the cobblestone streets, stopping to admire the illuminated Fountain of Neptune, its features casting shadows and light in a dance as old as time. The night was alive with music, from classical melodies to modern twists that echoed through the historic plazas.

Reflecting on my journey, I am filled with gratitude for the moments of beauty and laughter shared under the Tuscan sky. It is these experiences that enrich our lives, reminding us of the artistry in dining, the beauty of our surroundings, and the joy of unexpected encounters.

For those who dream of such splendor and wish to create unforgettable memories alongside me, apply to be my co-pilot in adventure. Together, we can weave a tapestry of experiences that not only celebrate luxury but also embrace the art of living well.

With all my affection and anticipation of our next grand adventure,

Xx, Olivia

Dear Suitors,

As I stepped into the heart of Florence, the air tinged with the scent of ancient stone and vibrant history, I found myself embarking on a journey that would leave an indelible mark on my heart and mind. My adventure began at the Uffizi Gallery, where the timeless beauty of Botticelli's *Birth of Venus* and the intense gaze of Caravaggio's *Medusa* reached deep into my soul, reminding me why I cherish these escapes into the world of art.

With the sun casting its golden glow over the city, I wandered the sun-soaked streets, each corner unveiling a piece of Florence's storied past. The famed Ponte Vecchio bridged not just the banks of the Arno, but also centuries of history, its shops glittering with the promise of Florentine artisanship.

My path through this enchanting city was gently shaped by the generous insights of local friends and acquaintances, ladies and gentlemen, men and women whose tips and stories enriched my understanding and appreciation of their beautiful home. Their collective knowledge made every discovery more meaningful, every moment more vibrant.

A personal highlight was my pilgrimage to the Cattedrale di Santa Maria del Fiore, famously known as Il Duomo. Standing beneath its vast dome, I was moved to quiet gentle tears by the overwhelming beauty and the palpable dedication that sculpted this masterpiece of human achievement. Maybe I’m sentimental but on a rare occasion beauty causes a tear of joy to fall from the corner of my eye. The experience was a vivid reminder of the enduring power of human creativity and spirit.

My day was sweetened by a treat of dairy-free gelato—flavors of pistachio and almond teasing my palate with their creamy richness, a delightful indulgence that paired perfectly with my leisurely stroll through the historic heart of Florence.

As evening fell, I retreated to my suite at a renowned five-star hotel, mere steps from the finest luxury brands. The comfort of my room welcomed me with open arms, the cool touch of the shower washing away the remnants of a day spent in awe and admiration.

Lying in bed, I reflected on the day's adventures as I awaited room service, the quiet of the night enveloping me in peace. This journey through Florence was more than just a series of visits to iconic sites; it was a deep dive into the essence of beauty and history, shared with a community that knew each hidden gem of the city.

To those of you who have yet to join me on these journeys, know that my heart is open to sharing these exquisite moments. For those who dream of wandering through history, of tasting the richness of Italian culture, and of experiencing the art that has shaped our world, I invite you to reach out. Let us co-create memories filled with beauty and inspiration, exploring the world's wonders together.

With all my affection and anticipation of our next adventure,

Xx, Olivia

Dear Suitors,

As I reclined in the sumptuous embrace of a business class lie-flat seat, a gracious gift from a cherished Select Suitor, I couldn't help but marvel at the delightful commencement of my final birthday gift voyage. The journey whisked me away to Berlin, a vibrant hub of art and culture, where history whispers through modern sophistication and creativity flourishes at every corner.

Upon arrival, the luxury continued unabated. My suite was a sanctuary of elegance, nestled amidst the finest shopping and dining experiences the city has to offer. Here, I rubbed elbows with hip creatives and movie stars, each encounter adding a layer of excitement and exclusivity to my stay.

Each morning began with a ritual that's as indulgent as it is reflective—sipping tea while attending to my beauty routine, an array of serums, lotions, and potions that keep me looking and feeling radiant. These quiet moments of self-care are my daily nod to the luxury of personal attention, a luxury that I cherish deeply.

A highlight of my trip was a visit to Gropius Bau, where I immersed myself in Nancy Holt’s thought-provoking exhibit. Her exploration of communication and archival styles challenged my perceptions and deepened my appreciation for the complexities of art reception.

The sensory delights of Berlin—new sights, sounds, and tastes—stimulated my mind and enriched my soul. Adorned in exquisite gifts from my Select Suitors, each item not just a token of affection but a cherished memento, I felt a profound sense of gratitude wash over me. Whether it's a piece of jewelry or a first-class journey across the globe, these gestures are treasured reflections of the kindness and generosity bestowed upon me.

These gifts, from items carefully chosen to experiences thoughtfully planned, are never just material acquisitions. They are woven into the very fabric of my legacy—one of generosity and heartfelt connection. Each gift a reminder of the care and esteem in which I am held, each experience a chapter in the grand narrative of my life.

To those yet to meet me, know that your words of support and admiration on social media do not go unnoticed. Your encouragement fuels my journey and enriches my experiences.

For those inspired to explore new depths of relationship, to share in the art of living well, I extend an invitation to join me. Let us co-create moments of beauty and lasting memories. Apply to become a Suitor, and let's embark on a journey where your uniqueness is celebrated, and together, we stand as regents of our own lives.

With all my affection and anticipation of our shared adventures,

Xx, Olivia

Dear Suitors,

As I stepped aboard a ferry off Lower Manhattan, bound for the final race of SailGP on Governor's Island, I found myself enveloped in the sweltering heat of mid-90s summer. The sun blazed almost as fiercely as the competition among the F50 catamarans slicing through the iconic harbor, with the Statue of Liberty standing proudly in the backdrop.

The essence of SailGP is mesmerizing—the sheer power of nature's most mercurial force, the wind, driving these majestic machines, paired with the romance and thrill of the water. As a Manhattanite, my affinity for water sports surprises some; yet, despite lengthy intervals between my adventures at sea, I find a natural ease in the aquatic thrills.

Witnessing New Zealand claim a well-deserved victory was both unsurprising and spectacular. Amidst the sea of patrons, the clinks of champagne glasses and the chic camaraderie of the crowd were palpable, adding a layer of festive sophistication to the already electric atmosphere.

After the intense heat and excitement of the race, I retreated to an artist’s loft in Tribeca. There, in a cooler setting, I took a moment to reflect on the day and indulge in the delightful process of discovering the beautiful birthday gifts received from you, my dear Suitors and Admirers. Among these treasures was a stunning gold diamond ring, a delicate Van Cleef & Arpels pearl bracelet, and an emerald green Bordelle lingerie set, which I luxuriously slid over my skin.

Adding to the artistic flavor of the day, I perused a coffee table book from a series displayed at the Tate Modern. This book, a thoughtful gesture from a dear Suitor, serves as a not-so-subtle prelude to a photography exhibit I am eagerly anticipating in London.

As July unfolds, with a two-week European tour and a serene retreat in Upstate New York on my horizon, I am reminded that the best is indeed yet to come. Each adventure, each gift, each moment of connection adds a layer to the tapestry of experiences that define our shared journey.

To you, my Suitors, who continue to enrich my life with such generous and thoughtful gestures, I extend my heartfelt gratitude. Your presence and support not only brighten my days but also inspire a deeper appreciation for the beauty and luxuries that life has to offer.

Join me, and together let us savor the art of living well and creating memories that will continue to delight and inspire us for years to come.

With all my affection and anticipation of our next splendid adventure,

Xx, Olivia

Dear Suitor,

As the balmy breezes of June graced my days, I found myself enveloped in a tapestry of exquisite experiences, thoughtfully curated with some of my cherished Suitors. This month, which marked another splendid rotation around the sun for me, was punctuated by moments of sheer delight and luxurious escapades, particularly a magical journey to the enchanting island of Kauai.

Kauai, often hailed as the Garden Island, holds a special place in my heart, not merely for its verdant landscapes and pristine waters but for the profound tranquility it offers. This year marked my fourth pilgrimage to this oldest of the Hawaiian Islands, each visit deepening my affection for its rugged cliffs and the gentle, welcoming spirit of its people. Our adventures began in the iconic Hanalei Bay, where the sun's farewell kiss to the day is unlike any other across the globe. In Poipu, a sunset dinner awaited, where beneath the watchful eyes of tiki torches, I slipped off my sandals and let the cool grass tease my bare feet—a simple yet profound connection to the earth and the moment.

A birthday should be a celebration of life’s finer touches, and what better way to honor that than a spa day at 1 Hotel Hanalei? The massage, tailored to soothe the remnants of jet lag, and a rejuvenating session in the dry sauna prepared me for the evening’s crescendo: a surprise birthday dinner featuring handmade mochi ice cream, its single candle waiting for my wish—a tradition as timeless as the tides. The daring thrill of freedom called at a secluded clothing-optional beach, where I embraced the sun in nothing but my birthday suit, the ocean's whispers syncing with my liberated laughter.

Perhaps the most exhilarating chapter of this journey was a doors-off helicopter ride that offered a bird’s-eye view of Kauai’s breathtaking expanses—from the deep chasms of Waimea Canyon to the inaccessible shores of the Na Pali coastline. Hovering within the embrace of a mountain canyon, the world seemed both immense and intimately close, a perspective that few are privileged to see. Among the tangible tokens of affection I received, one that stands out is an exquisite 18k gold ring, its diamonds twinkling within star engravings—a masterpiece crafted by a talented jeweler whose workshop breathes life into metal between the cityscapes of Manhattan and the serene beaches of Kauai. This ring isn’t merely an adornment but a symbol of my deep connection to both of these places I hold dear.

As I reflect on the tapestry of this birthday month woven with moments of adventure, relaxation, and indulgence, I extend an invitation to you, my dear Suitors. Let us dream together, plan escapades that thrill the spirit, and create memories that linger like the sweetest perfume. Connect with me, and let us traverse the path of luxurious discovery, for each day is an opportunity to live exquisitely and love without reserve.

With all my affection and anticipation of our next enchanting journey,

Xx, Olivia

Dear Suitors,

As I walked into the a luxury hotel in The Bowery, NYC, this past weekend, I was warmly greeted by the staff, their smiles promising a delightful stay ahead. Upon entering the suite, I was immediately captivated by the private balcony, complete with an outdoor shower and stunning sunset views over the Hudson—a perfect backdrop for relaxation and indulgence.

My birthday celebrations began with a captivating talk by Gus Van Sant at the TriBeCa Festival. Being immersed in such creative brilliance set a wonderful tone for the rest of the evening.

Later, after changing into fresh clothes, I dined at Eleven Madison Park where the Spring tasting menu, featuring exquisite ingredients sourced from Upstate New York, awaited me. The meal was a culinary delight, each course more impressive than the last, culminating in a special candlelit birthday dessert crafted just for me.

The next morning, feeling inspired and rejuvenated, I strolled through the vibrant streets of Flatiron and Bowery. My mission was simple yet delightful: to find unique pieces that would bring the elegance of my weekend into my new home. The afternoon was spent lounging on the balcony in my new navy strappy lingerie, enjoying the late afternoon shade and the serene comfort of my luxurious suite.

As I lazily woke the next morning, my heart was full of excitement for the upcoming adventures awaiting me island-side. Reflecting on my birthday weekend, I felt a deep sense of gratitude for the life of luxury I lead—a life filled with beauty, inspiration, and the pleasure of exquisite company.

As another birthday passes, I am reminded of the importance of celebrating each moment and embracing all the joy life has to offer. I invite you, my dear Suitors, to join me in this journey of luxury and celebration.

Connect with me, and together we will discover the art of living well. Let’s make memories together that will delight us for the rest of our lives.

With all my affection and anticipation of our next adventure,

Xx, Olivia

Dear Suitors,

As the gentle breeze of spring gracefully yielded to the warm embrace of summer, I found myself nestled in a quaint harbor retreat, where each sunset painted the horizon in glorious hues of orange and pink. My recent sojourn at this hidden gem was nothing short of magical, combining the tranquility of nature with the sumptuousness of luxury living.

Upon my arrival, the rich mahogany interiors and cavernously luxurious decor of the hotel lobby immediately captivated my senses. The dramatic, masculine elegance of the surroundings set a profound backdrop for the serene views just beyond the glass panes. It was a perfect blend of robust grandeur and delicate natural beauty, inviting me to explore deeper into its luxurious embrace.

My suite was a haven of opulence, overlooking the bustling activity of the harbor and the peaceful stillness of the pool. Each morning, the expansive balcony offered me a front-row seat to the tranquil dance of dawn over the water—a private viewing of the day’s premiere. The suite was more than just a place to rest; it was a realm where every detail, from the plush linens to the elegantly appointed amenities, whispered stories of royal living and whispered promises of serene nights lulled by the distant lullabies of the deep sea.

One evening, as the sun made its graceful descent behind the distant waves, I indulged in a dinner that seemed to capture the essence of the transitioning seasons. Each course was a celebration of local flavors, meticulously crafted to enhance the natural spectacle unfolding before me. The meal was not just nourishment for the body but also for the soul, as each bite seemed to sync perfectly with the sun’s final bow.

Reflecting on my stay, I am filled with gratitude for the moments of quiet luxury and the profound peace that enveloped me. This escape was not merely a getaway but a poignant reminder of the beauty of savoring life’s finer moments—the art of truly living well.

As I pen this note from my suite, overlooking the nocturnal beauty of the harbor, I am reminded of the joy these experiences bring. They are not just passages of time but enrichments of the soul. To you, my dear Suitors, I extend an invitation to explore such splendid moments with companionship.

Yours in shared luxury and adventure,

Xx Olivia

Dear Suitors,

Nestled in the historic corridors of the iconic Chelsea Hotel, where the walls echo with whispers of past grandeur, I found myself amidst a lively mix of hip artists, culture mavens, and savvy travelers. Each person seemed in search of something unique—off the beaten path yet brimming with elegance and excitement.

My adventure began on a balmy spring day, filled with the sweet anticipation of the evening ahead. As I checked into the hotel, the kind concierge surprised me with a complimentary room upgrade—a delightful start that hinted at the wonders to come. With a heart full of excitement, I ascended to my suite to prepare for the night.

Slipping into my new slinky mini dress, I felt every bit the part of the sophisticated, worldly woman I embrace at my core. Each curl in my hair fell perfectly into place, adding just the right touch of glamour. The mirror reflected a vision of happiness, and I stepped out of my room with a confident, joyous smile.

The evening was a whirlwind of laughter, engaging conversations, and the kind of spontaneous fun that can only happen in a place so charged with artistic and cultural energy. As the night drew to a close and I returned to my suite, the comfort of the plush king-sized bed with its regal tufted headboard awaited me—a promise of restful sleep after a night well spent.

Waking up the next morning, I wrapped myself in the luxury of the soft sheets, the morning light spilling through the curtains. Sipping on a cup of warm lemon tea, I lounged in my birthday suit, allowing the memories of laughter and lively chatter to replay in my mind. Each sip brought a smile, each memory a whisper of joy.

To those who cherish moments of understated luxury and spirited adventures, I extend an invitation. Let us plan an escape that combines the thrill of discovery with the comfort of luxury. Whether it's a night at an iconic hotel, a gala at an exclusive venue, or a luxurious getaway that promises new experiences, I am ready to make each moment unforgettable.

Let's create memories that linger long after our footsteps have faded. Reach out, and together, we will craft experiences that are not only shared but deeply cherished.

This experience is a reminder of the beauty of seizing life’s opportunities and reveling in moments of joy and luxury. I invite you to read more about my adventure at The Chelsea Hotel and encourage you to carve out your path to memorable adventures.

Let’s aspire to live not just well, but wonderfully, embracing every chance to experience life’s most delightful pleasures.

Xx, Olivia

My Dear Suitors,

I recently had the pleasure of staying at an exclusive five-star hotel, a true jewel nestled in a historic Beaux-Arts building right on the water, overlooking the breathtaking Statue of Liberty and the dynamic spirit of Lower Manhattan. This wasn't just any getaway—it was a sanctuary where elite, influential figures gather, enveloped by luxury and history at every corner.

As the sun set over the East River, I found myself at a quiet table, the dim lights of the dining room creating a soft halo around the perfectly prepared lamb chops before me. Accompanied by a simple yet exquisitely crafted shrimp and octopus salad, each bite was a testament to the meticulous attention to detail that this hotel embodies. This meal wasn’t merely food; it was an art form, enhancing the overall grace of the evening. The city’s lights flickered like distant stars, a stark contrast to the serene ambiance where I sat, making the dinner truly memorable.

After the culinary delights, I retired to an elegant suite which boasted views of the Governors Island Ferry—each moment in this space felt like a chapter from a novel, thrilling and deeply comforting. The suite blended modern luxuries with timeless elegance, and the plush surroundings whispered stories of the many souls who had passed through its doors. The room was more than just a place to sleep; it was a portal that offered glimpses into the heart of New York, all from the tranquility of a sumptuous bed.

Waking up in such opulence was a dream. I was greeted by a breakfast in bed that would rival any gourmet spread, invigorating me for the day ahead. With no set plans, I wandered down to Battery Park, where on a whim, I hopped onto the carousel. The joy of the ride, the laughter in the air, and the timeless music swirling around brought a light-hearted start to the morning, a playful contrast to the sophisticated evening before.

As noon drew near, I found myself on the gorgeous terrace of Casa Cipriani, indulging in a light lunch of crudité and shrimp carpaccio. The terrace, a popular spot for those carving out deals or enjoying leisurely meals, provided a spectacular view of the skyline. Here, I raised a glass to my fellow patrons, a silent toast to our shared moments of leisure and business intertwined.

This hotel, with its private social club and locations in prestigious buildings around the world, has quickly climbed to the top of my list of places to return to time and again. Its blend of historical grandeur with modern luxury, along with the impeccable service and breathtaking views, offers more than just a stay—it promises an experience, a treasure trove of moments to be cherished and relived.

For those of you, my dear Suitors, who delight in the art of exclusive living and cherish moments of understated luxury, I extend an invitation. Imagine the delightful escapade we could share.

Let us fill our days with both grandeur and playful adventures, weaving together the moments that make life truly enchanting. And perhaps, if the moment feels right, we could even rendezvous at the upcoming Tribeca Festival, turning it into a celebration of film, art, and the fine art of companionship.

With all my affection and anticipation of our next exquisite adventure together,

Xx, Olivia

Dear Suitors, It was a perfect spring day in Manhattan's vibrant West Village, an area renowned for its colorful streets and artistic vibe. The day unfolded leisurely, filled with the simple pleasures of browsing books and enjoying the company of a delightful Suitor. As we meandered through quaint bookshops, I stumbled upon a fascinating find—a book on film with a foreword by Martin Scorsese. It was a serendipitous moment, especially with the Tribeca Festival just around the corner next month. The anticipation of the festival had been growing in me, and finding this book felt like a nod from the universe.

Later, as we continued our exploration of the West Village, we passed by a charming floral stand bursting with the season's best. On a whimsical impulse, my Suitor picked out a bouquet of peonies—those lush, fleeting blooms that grace the city only for a short while each spring. It was a gesture that spoke volumes of his attentiveness and the spontaneous joy of our day together.

Our stroll took us to a vintage building, an architectural gem with old oak fixtures and warm, inviting lighting. The setting was so enchanting that it felt like stepping into a different era, perfect for capturing moments that felt timeless. My Suitor, ever thoughtful, snapped some intimate Polaroid photos of me against this backdrop with vintage character. These images, with their soft, nostalgic glow, would be treasured keepsakes of a beautifully spent day.

Bringing the peonies back to the hotel marked the beginning of a mini staycation right in the heart of The Village. I took these blooms and used them to adorn the bathroom, turning a simple space into a sanctuary with the fresh, sweet scent of spring. The flowers not only beautified the room but also infused it with a sense of calm and renewal.

As the afternoon eased into evening, I indulged in a warm bath, the kind that soothes the soul and softens the skin. Afterward, I pampered myself with a luscious emollient lather of lotion, my skin absorbing the rich, hydrating treatment. The day's end found me lounging in bed in my birthday suit, the luxurious fabric of the sheets complementing the smoothness of my skin, with my new book in hand—a perfect blend of relaxation and intellectual stimulation.

Reflecting on the day, I realized how these casual strolls and relaxed outings offer a delightful contrast to the more formal and elaborate events that often fill my calendar. There's something profoundly satisfying about a day spent in good company, exploring, and embracing the simpler pleasures of life.

My dear Suitors, days like these are precious.. Whether you're planning your next grand event or thinking of a more low-key day, consider an invitation my way. I revel in the art of creating memorable experiences. Whether they're dressed down days in the city, vacations for us to share skiing in powdered mountaintops or exploring remote beaches, hiking in the the fragrant wildflowers, to dancing in the bright lights, relaxing in the soft seats,and glamorous nights out on the town, we’ll always remember these special moments shared.

And who knows, perhaps one of you might consider turning the upcoming Tribeca Festival into a splendid birthday gift? A day of film, art, and companionship would indeed be a delightful way to celebrate another year of adventures and new memories .

To my future Suitor, whether you wish to plan a day filled with casual exploration or an evening of elegance, know that with me by your side, it will be nothing short of extraordinary.

Let us fill the pages of our life’s story with both the grand and the understated, the timeless and the ephemeral. After all, every good story deserves a little bit of both.

xx Olivia

Dear Suitors, Last Saturday unfolded as an evening filled with the grandeur of operatic arts at the prestigious Metropolitan Opera House. Accompanied by a dear friend, our cultural journey commenced with a delightful Italian feast at The Leopard at des Artistes, an esteemed venue embraced by the Upper West Side's elite. As we indulged in exquisitely crafted dishes, the anticipation for the evening's spectacle grew palpably amongst the clinking of fine china and murmured conversations of well-dressed patrons.

The main event of the night was none other than a performance of Puccini’s *Madama Butterfly*—an opera that has profoundly moved audiences worldwide since its premiere in Milan in 1906. Esteemed for its poignant narrative woven with exquisite musical compositions, it ranks as the sixth most performed opera globally, standing as a testament to its timeless appeal and emotional depth.

Seated in the grand tier, our vantage point was impeccable, allowing us an intimate experience of both the auditory and visual splendors of the performance. The acoustics of the Metropolitan Opera House enveloped us in a rich tapestry of sounds, making my first foray into the world of opera nothing short of magical.

*Madama Butterfly* offers a heart-wrenching tale of love and loss—a tragic romance between a war-torn husband and wife, separated by years and vast misunderstandings. The opera masterfully encapsulates the profound emotions and tribulations that define the human condition. Throughout the performance, the intensity of the unfolding drama stirred a deep emotional response within me, leaving me misty-eyed as the fate of the characters unfolded on stage, a poignant reminder of the complexities of love and sacrifice.

The stage itself was a spectacle of color and movement, adorned with traditional Japanese kimonos and intricately designed sets that transported the audience across the world and through time. The meticulous attention to costume design added layers of authenticity and splendor to the evening, enhancing the emotional weight of each scene.

Reflecting on this evening at the opera, I am left with a renewed appreciation for the power of this art form to convey complex emotions and to narrate universal truths. The experience transcended mere entertainment; it was a profound emotional journey that resonated deeply with my own experiences and the shared narratives of humanity.

As the final curtain fell and the applause cascaded through the grand opera house, the impact of the night’s performance lingered in the air. *Madama Butterfly*, with its blend of historical richness and contemporary relevance, served as a poignant reminder of the arts' capability to stir the soul and provoke deep contemplation.

In a city that pulses with unyielding energy, nights like these serve as vivid reminders of the cultural richness that flows through New York’s veins, offering experiences that are not only profoundly moving but also deeply enriching. As I continue my cultural explorations, my curiosity for the arts remains unbound, always open to new experiences that enrich the spirit.

To my potential next companion, I extend an invitation to join me in these exquisite ventures. Whether at an opera, a gallery opening, or any other enclave of cultural expression, the promise of shared experiences awaits. If your spirit is as adventurous as mine, I eagerly anticipate crafting unforgettable memories together.

Xx, Olivia

My dear Suitors,

Fashion has always been a playground for my personality, a canvas to express the myriad facets of who I am. Each outfit I choose tells a story, a narrative of my mood, my intentions, or simply my aesthetic whims of the day. The act of dressing up is an exhilarating performance of sorts, one that allows me to connect with my suitors and the world in a visually expressive way. Yet, there is another side to this sartorial spectacle—the liberating act of undressing, of returning to my most natural state.

Dressing up is an adventure. Each piece of clothing, from the silkiest blouse to the most intricately tailored gown, is a character in a play where I am both the director and the lead actress. The rustle of fabric, the clasp of a necklace, the slide of a zipper—it all builds up to a crescendo of a fully-formed persona for an evening out on the town. With every choice, I weave an element of surprise and delight, ensuring that each appearance I make is more than just an entrance; it's a statement.

But there is an intimate joy in the act of letting go, of stripping away the layers both literal and metaphorical. After a night encased in the beautiful armor of my chosen attire, there is a profound sense of release in gently peeling away each layer. The transition from the structured to the unbound is almost ritualistic. As each garment falls to the floor, there's a growing sense of freedom, a liberation from the delightful but definite confines of my external ensemble.

The pleasure of undressing is as much a personal celebration as it is a performance for those privileged to see it. In my private space, the act of shedding my clothes is a dance, slow and deliberate. There is an undeniable thrill in returning to my 'birthday suit,' feeling the air on my skin, unrestrained and pure. This is where I can truly let my hair down, slip out of the high heels that elevate me above the ground and into a reality where I am grounded, raw, and real.

To my esteemed suitors and cherished readers, I offer this glimpse into both worlds. When you see me adorned in the latest fashions, know that each outfit is chosen with intention, designed to dazzle and intrigue. But also remember, there is a flip side to this coin—a side that revels in simplicity and the inherent beauty of the human form. Behind closed doors, when the last piece of fabric has been cast aside, lies a realm of comfort and authenticity that is just as enchanting as any gown I might don.

Thus, my relationship with clothing is cyclical, a continuous ebb and flow of dressing up and dressing down. Each phase is essential, each end of the spectrum equally celebrated. Whether cloaked in haute couture or basking in the bareness of simplicity, I am whole. I am myself.

This narrative isn't just about clothing or the lack thereof—it's about the freedom to choose how we present ourselves and the joy that comes from both the wearing and the removal. It's about the power inherent in revealing our true selves, whether through the fabrics we drape over our skin or the skin we reveal beneath them. In sharing this with you, I invite you to appreciate the artistry in both the concealment and the revelation, and to find your own joy in the moments of transition between the two.

My dear Suitors, if you want to join in the fun next time, apply to be my King or Knight below.

XX Olivia

Dear Suitor,

In a world constantly captivated by the flash of cameras and the allure of social media, finding a moment of true self-expression can be a rare treasure. I recently had the privilege of being photographed in a setting that was both intimate and liberating, an experience that offered more than just beautiful images—it provided a canvas for personal reflection.

The venue was private, a secluded space away from the prying eyes of the public, where every click of the camera felt like a dialogue between the lens and my soul. It was here, among only a few chosen frames, that I discovered the joy of truly being seen—not just as a figure, but as a persona.

Each photograph captured a different facet of me. One image, in particular, features me draped in red silk, the fabric clinging softly to my form, a vibrant contrast against the subdued backdrop. This image is not merely a showcase of physical beauty or the result of dedicated fitness routines; it represents a celebration of self-care and the powerful statement of owning one's space.

Being photographed, especially in such a personal setting, is an act of vulnerability and courage. It’s about more than striking a pose; it’s about unraveling the layers of who you are and allowing those elements to come forth, captured in the permanence of a photograph. This act—this art—of being seen is profoundly personal. It invites introspection about how we present ourselves to the world and what we choose to express through our appearance and demeanor.

The camera, in this respect, becomes a mirror. Not the kind that merely reflects appearances, but one that can delve into the depths of our persona, capturing nuances that even we may overlook. It asks silent questions: Who are you when no one else is watching? What stories do your eyes tell when they meet the lens? The answers, often unspoken, linger in the frames.

Yet, amidst this philosophical contemplation, there’s an undeniable element of fun. The freedom to experiment with poses, to play with expressions, and to see oneself through different angles and perspectives is exhilarating. It reminds us that at every moment, we are works of art in progress, continuously evolving and learning about ourselves.

The joy of being photographed, therefore, lies in the balance between self-expression and discovery. It's about embracing both the image you present and the truths you uncover along the way. And perhaps, it is also about the subtle acceptance that while these photographs capture a moment in time, the person within them is boundless, undefined by frames or the constraints of lenses.

As I look forward to sharing these images, I invite you to reflect on your own experiences of being seen. Whether through a lens, a conversation, or a quiet moment of self-recognition, remember that each view offers a perspective, and every perspective holds a story.

In the end, these photographs are not just portraits; they are invitations—invitations to explore, to understand, and to celebrate the multifaceted journey of being uniquely, beautifully human.

xx Olivia

Dear Suitors,

As the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the Sea of Cortez in hues of fiery orange and tranquil blue, I found myself reflecting on an adventure that was as enriching as it was breathtaking. My recent journey to Baja was more than a mere escape from the everyday; it was a deep dive into the heart of marine majesty, local culture, and serene landscapes, all framed by the educational narrative of an eco-conscious cruise.

Our voyage centered around whale watching, an experience that connected me to the colossal beauty of nature in a way I had never known before. Gliding through the waters aboard our cruise, each day brought a new treasure. From the deck, I witnessed the graceful ballet of dolphins, their sleek bodies slicing through the sea spray, offering a playful contrast to the solemn might of the whales we had come to observe. These moments, shared with fellow travelers equally captivated by the spectacle, were punctuated by bursts of excitement as we spotted yet another creature from the deep.

Each shore excursion offered a change of pace and perspective. In one unforgettable adventure, I traversed the rugged terrain of the Baja Peninsula on the back of a white donkey, an experience that felt like stepping back in time. As we meandered along dusty paths flanked by starkly beautiful scenery, I gained a profound appreciation for the simplicity and resilience of the local ways of life.

Local cuisine was another highlight, bringing flavors as vibrant as the landscapes. Dining al fresco, I savored dishes that were both fresh and filling, accompanied by a variety of crafted mocktails that were as refreshing as the ocean breeze. These meals were more than just nourishment; they were a celebration of regional ingredients and culinary traditions, shared with newfound friends against the backdrop of stunning vistas.

But this journey was as much about introspection as it was about exploration. In my private cabin, I found solace and solitude, often retreating to its comfort after a day of learning and discovery. Here, I poured over the pages of John Steinbeck's "The Sea of Cortez," his narrative resonating deeply as I was literally navigating through the pages of his explorations. His reflections on the environment, marine life, and the human spirit enriched my understanding and appreciation of the very waters we sailed upon.

Steinbeck’s words were a companion throughout my journey, adding layers of depth to every encounter with the natural world. His insights into the fragility and interconnectivity of ecosystems were particularly poignant, echoing the principles shared by our knowledgeable guides. This blend of literary enlightenment and real-world observation was a powerful reminder of the importance of preserving such wondrous environments.

As our cruise neared its end, the camaraderie among the group was palpable. Gathered on deck for our final evening, we shared stories and highlights, the shared spirit of adventure binding us. We departed with promises to keep in touch, each of us carrying a piece of Baja in our hearts.

Reflecting on my journey as I prepare for my next adventure in Los Angeles, I am filled with a sense of gratitude and anticipation. My time in Baja was a profound reminder of the joys of exploring, learning, and simply being in the moment. As I look forward to new experiences, I carry with me not just memories, but a renewed commitment to engage deeply with every place I visit, embracing both the solitude and the shared paths of travel.

To be my companion on an upcoming adventure, apply to be my King below.

Xx Olivia

My dear Suitor,

Dawn, Drive, and a Dash of Tennis: Embracing Spring’s First Light Before the world stirs awake, under the cover of a sky still whispering the tales of stars, my day began. It was not just another morning; it was a canvas waiting to be painted with the hues of adventure and camaraderie.

On this particular day, the agenda was simple yet thrilling: a ladies' day out, marked by the freedom of the open road and the joy of a game of tennis at dawn. The journey started in the quiet before sunrise, a time when dreams and reality blend seamlessly. My girlfriend and I set out in her new car, the engine's gentle purr promising an escape from the city's dormant life. The road ahead was ours alone, shrouded in the gentle embrace of pre-dawn darkness, leading us toward an oasis of green courts nestled away from the urban sprawl.

Driving with the windows down, we welcomed the cool, crisp spring air, a refreshing change from the city’s stale atmosphere. The fresh scent of dew-soaked grass and the earthy aroma of awakening nature filled our lungs, invigorating our spirits. It was as if the world around us was slowly coming to life, frame by frame, with each mile we covered.As we approached our destination, the first blush of dawn began to paint the sky in soft pinks and oranges.

Arriving at the tennis court, we were greeted by an ethereal scene: an untouched clay court, bathed in the gentle light of sunrise, waiting to bear witness to our game.The court was our chosen sanctuary to welcome the new day. Here, amidst the quiet, with only the birds as our audience, we geared up for a friendly match.

It wasn't about winning or losing; it was about living in the moment, celebrating the break of day with each serve and volley.

Dressed for the occasion, I felt a surge of energy as I tied my laces and grabbed my racket. The stillness of the air, the soft light filtering through the trees, and the anticipation of the game set a perfect stage. As we rallied back and forth, the sun climbed higher, casting long shadows that danced alongside us.

The sound of our laughter and the rhythmic bounce of the tennis ball against the hardcourt filled the morning with a vibrancy that only such spontaneous adventures could bring.

Playing tennis at sunrise was more than just physical activity; it was a tribute to friendship, to the beauty of spring, and to the joy of starting a day with enthusiasm and light-heartedness. Each point we played was a testament to the simplicity of happiness found in shared experiences and the beauty of nature’s backdrop.

As the morning progressed, and the game came to an end, we sat on the bench, sipping water and basking in the warmth of the rising sun. We talked about everything and nothing, revelling in the comfort of each other’s company and the perfection of the moment.

This day-trip, marked by the thrill of a drive at dawn and the exhilaration of a tennis game under the first light of spring, was a reminder of the treasures that lie in the pursuit of simple pleasures. It was a day when time seemed to stand still, allowing us to soak in every second of joy and companionship.

As we packed up and drove back to the city, the freshness of the morning lingered on our skin, and the memories of our little adventure filled our hearts. It was a day of laughter, of play, and of connection—a precious escape that highlighted the beauty of starting a day with intention and joy.

In sharing this story, I invite you, my dear readers, to find your dawn adventure, perhaps with me by your side.

Whether it's a game of tennis, a walk in the park, or a drive to nowhere, seize the day from its very first light.

Who knows what simple joys you'll discover when you decide to embrace the day with open arms and a willing heart?

This was more than just a day out; it was a chapter in the book of delightful memories, a story I cherish and am overjoyed to share.

And who knows? Maybe next time, you'll be the one joining me in greeting the dawn with a game set in the serenity of morning’s first glow.

Are you game, my Knight or King?

xx Olivia

Dear Suitor,

Embarking on an adventure that weaves the rustic with the refined, I find scintillating myself with excitement and getting goosebumps and wishing I could share all of these feelings with you.

See me in these photos on the cusp of a journey to Baja and The Sea of Cortez that promises not just a retreat but a deep dive into the vibrancy of life itself.

This isn't merely a trip; it's an exploration of the soul, a quest for knowledge, and a surrender to the untamed beauty of nature, all while indulging in the lap of luxury each night aboard a private yacht under the starlit sky.

The steamy shower? It is a ritual in itself, a balancing act between the raw and the refined. Wish you were in here with me;)

The process begins with the purity of water cascading in the shower, washing away the mundane, preparing me for the transformation. Each drop not only cleanses but also rejuvenates, symbolizing the fresh experiences that await.

Then comes the selection of attire. The choice of a bikini, as much as it is about embracing the sun-kissed beaches and crystal-clear waters, is also a declaration of freedom and a readiness to plunge into the unknown. The fitting of new jeans is no less significant. It’s about finding comfort and style that will traverse with me through quaint villages and rugged landscapes, as we chase the whispers of ancient tales on the wind.Packing is an art and a meditation. Each item, from the lightest dress to the most practical hiking gear, is chosen with intention. They're not just things but companions for the journey, each holding the promise of adventures to be lived and stories to be told. Among them, "The Sea of Cortez" by Steinbeck is perhaps the most precious. It’s not just a book but a portal into the heart of Baja, offering glimpses into its rich ecology and vibrant culture, guiding me as I explore this magnificent land.

My heart is pounding with the anticipation of whale and dolphin watching from the yacht, the intimacy of hiking with fellow travellers, and dutiful friendly pack animals through untouched villages, and the promise of nights spent in scholarly pursuit under the stars – each aspect of this journey is a thread in the tapestry of an extraordinary adventure.

But what excites me the most is the thought of sharing these experiences. Through my eyes, my words, and my heart, I invite you, my dear readers, into this world of wonder, next time I have a chance to share what thoughts and images I collect on my journey.

For now, be by my side in spirit; Imagine the warmth of the Baja sun on your skin, the stories etched into the landscapes we’ll traverse, and the sultry nights where laughter and soft music underpin a sky ablaze with stars. This journey is a blend of all life has to offer – the rustic and the luxurious, the physical and the intellectual, the solitary and the shared.

Each day promises hard-earned discoveries on rugged trails and the soft embrace of opulence as night falls.

It's a reminder that life, in all its facets, is beautiful.

As I pack, try on bikinis and jeans, and delve into the pages of Steinbeck, I’m not just preparing for a trip; I’m setting the stage for an experience that defines the essence of adventure. And it’s one I wish to share with you, not just through stories and photos I’ll gather, but in my current anticipatory excitement! Carpe Diem!

So, as I embark on this unique holiday that marries education with relaxation, history with luxury, and adventure with serenity, know that my heart beats not just for the journey but for the joy of bringing you along with me, in every shared sunset, every discovered path, and every whispered secret of the night

This is an open invitation to imagine, to feel, and to one day, perhaps, join me in a new adventure.

Together, let’s find our own story in some familiar or foreign land, under the constellations, amidst the laughter and the earthy fragrance of our sun kissed skin together. Or something else you have in mind?

Apply below to be my King and let’s discuss your idea of an adventure!

xx Olivia

My Dear Suitors,

Morning unfolds not just as a ritual for self-preservation but as a vibrant canvas, painting the promise of what’s to come. Each yoga pose, a deliberate stretch towards the endurance and flexibility I aim to share with you. Imagine us, moving together through the day’s challenges and pleasures with the grace of a well-practiced flow.

This is my preparation for us, a foundation for the stamina and connection we will explore. The tea I sip, warm and inviting, is a rehearsal for the intimate conversations we’ll share. Each sip, a study in patience and understanding, brewing the emotional depth and warmth I intend to bring into our encounter. Consider this your invitation into a world where every word and glance brews stronger connections.

Breakfast, while simple, is a testament to the thoughtful and nurturing companionship I offer. Each bite is a commitment to maintaining not just my own vitality, but the vibrancy of the connection we’re set to embark upon.

It's a promise of the care, attention, and dedication I’m ready to serve. This morning, like every morning, is an anticipation of you—crafted to ensure I can meet not just your desires for physical endurance but the emotional depth and companionship you seek. Our impending rendezvous is the melody to which my day is tuned, each act a preparation for the harmony we’ll create.

As the day unfolds towards our meeting, know that my every action is a step closer to you, a promise of what’s to come.

Dear Suitor, are you going to remain my loyal subject and peep at my world through this blog? Or are you bold enough to to take the next step up from Pawn status and apply to enjoy the privileges of being my Knight or King?

Until our next Adventure!

xx Olivia

Dear Suitor,

In the heart of Manhattan's pulsating rhythm, beneath the shadow of skyscrapers and amidst the whispers of the city's untold stories, I found a treasure - a sanctuary of luxury and serenity that seems worlds apart from the bustling streets of Tribeca. I found a gem with the soul of Paris nestled in the vibrant quilt of New York City, that I embarked on a staycation, a journey not just through the lavish corridors of indulgence but also into the realms of introspection and self-love.

Imagine, if you will, walking through the lobby of a luxurious hotel, where every step is a dialogue with elegance, and every breath is a tribute to the fine art of hospitality. Hidden behind unassuming doors, I discovered a French-inspired spa, a secret garden of relaxation and rejuvenation waiting to be unveiled. As I surrendered to the expert hands of my masseuse, I couldn’t help but wish you were there beside me, sharing in the serene whispers of this hidden oasis.

The experience was transformative, not just a massage, but a passage through time and space, evoking the tranquil luxury of Parisian spas right in the heart of New York. With each stroke and knead, the bustling sounds of the city faded into a symphony of tranquility, leaving a promise of renewal whispered on my skin.

Later, I indulged in a pre-fixe dinner at the hotel's famous restaurant, a culinary voyage that teased the palate with flavors both bold and subtle, an ode to the gastronomic brilliance that lies at the heart of French cuisine. Each course was a chapter, telling tales of faraway lands and secret recipes passed down through generations. As I dined alone, I imagined you across the table, sharing stories, laughter, and perhaps, dreaming together of Paris under the stars. The turndown service that evening was nothing short of a poetic gesture—macaroons and gourmet chocolates, handcrafted on site, whispered sweet nothings into the night. Among these, a chocolate molded into the Arc de Triomphe stood out, not just as a treat, but as a monument to the exquisite attention to detail that defines Hotel Fouquet’s. It was a reminder of the beauty in the little things, the artistry in culinary craftsmanship, and the stories that flavors can tell. As I lay in the embrace of luxury, surrounded by the echoes of a day spent in the company of myself, I found a moment of clarity.

This journey, though taken alone, was one I wished to share—not just the physical space, but the laughter, the stories, the silent exchanges that speak volumes, and the shared wonder at life’s little luxuries.

Dear suitor, this letter is not just a recount of my staycation, but an invitation. An invitation to step into a world where every moment is an opportunity for connection, for discovery, and for shared joy. If you’ve ever dreamt of being part of such experiences, of being more than just a passerby in the tales of luxury and enchantment, then I extend my hand to you. Imagine yourself not just as a witness to these stories, but as an integral character in them.

To be the one who shares in these exquisite moments and perhaps, creates new ones together, click below to apply to be my King.

Who knows? Perhaps one day, we shall find ourselves together, not just in spirit but in reality, at a place like Hotel Fouquet’s, weaving our own tales of love, luxury, and companionship. Until then, I hold onto the hope of shared adventures, of moments that are yet to be created, and of the magic that awaits when two souls finally meet.

Yours in anticipation,

xx Olivia

Dear Suitors,

In the heart of Oaxaca, Mexico, away from the rhythmic bustle of everyday life, I found a sanctuary that whispered tales of tranquility and beauty.  I invite you, my cherished suitor, to walk with me through this intimate journey,  to a casita designed by the renowned architect Alberto Kalach, nestled within walking distance of a quaint beach village that seemed untouched by the hands of time.


Rejuvinating Sensual Mornings

This wasn't just a trip; it was a sort of pilgrimage to a place where time meanders, and the soul can breathe freely. The kind of time-away that really refreshes. As the sun greeted the horizon each morning, I greeted it back from a sun deck perched twenty feet high—my very own altar where body and spirit melded through the sacred dance of yoga. There, amidst the first light, the world felt entirely mine, a rare treasure in today's ceaseless rush. These moments of solitude, accompanied only by the symphony of breaking waves and the soft caress of the dawn breeze, were nothing short of magical.

Freedom of Privacy and Bathing

The casita itself was a marvel of architecture, each line and curve a testament to Kalach's vision of harmony between structure and nature. You'' have to see it for yourself one day:) It was here, in this meticulously crafted space, that I experienced moments of pure bliss, whether lounging lazily in a hammock cradled by the gentle Oaxacan wind or embracing the liberating freedom of bathing under the sun in the casita's private saltwater pool—sometimes clothed in nothing but light and shadow, other times adorned in a swimsuit that seemed almost superfluous given the seclusion and serenity.


Adventures on Horseback

Horseback riding along the expansive, nearly deserted beaches was a highlight of the retreat. With miles of shoreline all to myself, every ride was a new adventure, a chance to bond with these majestic creatures while the ocean's chorus provided a captivating soundtrack. These excursions were not just about exploring the physical landscape but also about traversing the vast, uncharted territories of my own inner landscape, and connection to my body, my vessel, my vehicle of adventure and pleasure. 


Culinary Delights

To complement these experiences of exploration and introspection, I had the privilege of savoring culinary creations crafted by in-house chefs every night. Each meal was a celebration, an ode to the rich tapestry of flavors that define Oaxacan cuisine. Dining under the stars, I was reminded of the simple, profound joys that come from nourishing the body as well as the soul.


The art of Deliberately Taking Time to Rejuvenate

This retreat was a journey back to the essence, a reminder of the beauty in stillness and the art of living deliberately. It was a reaffirmation of the need to occasionally step away from the world to find ourselves. And as I share these moments with you, my dearest members, I do so with the hope that you feel the warmth of the Oaxacan sun, the serenity of its shores, and the intimacy of being part of this exclusive experience.

Through the lens of my personal assistant, who captured the essence of these moments—from the reflective solitude in the pool to the sheer joy of horseback riding and the peaceful repose in the hammock—I bring these experiences to you. These photographs are more than mere images; they are invitations to step into a world shaped by beauty, tranquility, and the indelible touch of nature.


Intimately Shared with You

As you gaze upon these snapshots, remember that they are not just glimpses into my journey; they are bridges to our shared journey. In this space, you are not just observers; you are participants, co-creators of an unfolding story where each moment is a treasure, each experience a shared secret.

In the spirit of this intimate sharing, I invite you to carry the essence of this Oaxacan retreat into your own lives. Let it remind you of the beauty of pausing, the richness of solitude, and the profound connections that arise from sharing our most cherished moments.

My dear Suitors, Are YOU going to remain my loyal subject and peep at my world through this blog, or are you bold enough to take the next step up from Pawn status and Apply to enjoy the privileges of being my Knight or King?

Until our next adventure!

xx Olivia

After late nights out building tension at a jazz club, let's release it behind closed doors. Let's enjoy a deep-soaking tub together, turndown service with anything we need within arm's reach, and someone else to make the bed after we've had our fun. Welcome to The Suite Life!

Nothing is more rejuvenating than a spa Sunday for two complete with views of the harbor, a hot bubbly tub, and a couples massage to follow ... you can say I'm easy like a Sunday morning 

A return to the office means I have new ways to give you that oomph so you can (unsurprisingly) exceed your Q1 goals. Between all that quota-crushing, sometimes you may need a little surrender and I'll be there––work pants (or none!) and all 

On continents far from a soul we know and on a secluded beach reserved just for us can only mean one thing, and it's best I show instead of just tell ...

They say when one door closes another door opens, but have they been behind a door with me yet? These are my favorite little snaps I took with my phone between the most intimate times behind the favorite door of our choosing. For-your-eyes-only. Burn after reading! 

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