A gentle case of elegant drift: assembled from a hundred small choices; the first is hard to name.

Between early flights and late curtain calls, I learned to collect moments: sunrise walks, champagne that actually deserves the glass, conversations that go somewhere. Across cities and seasons I’ve become very good at two things—making time feel spacious, and making restraint feel decadent.

Two degrees and a habit of overpacking later, I’ve accepted that ambition doesn’t cancel curiosity; it feeds it. I like the new and the nuanced—the way a great table softens a day, the way a single look can rewire the evening. I’m tall (5’9), European-mixed, dark-featured, and disarmingly warm. I blur my face online because discretion isn’t a feature; it’s the operating system.

If you’ve ever reordered your books by mood, felt a song find your ribcage in public, or argued both sides of an idea just to see it properly—we probably speak the same dialect. I’m fluent in playful and precise; I’ll meet you at the intersection of clever and kind.

I’m wired for connection and fascinated by what underpins it—call it chemistry if you like, though my favourite neuropeptide has a reputation for turning strangers into co-conspirators. I prefer a slow burn to a sugar rush: layered, intentional, honest, and just restrained enough to leave us wanting more. Fireworks are pretty; embers keep you warm.

Yoga and Pilates keep me grounded; ballet and theatre keep me curious; a well-chosen wine list keeps me generous. Start with a reservation and an appetite—for conversation, for laughter, for the kind of ease that can’t be faked.

Because when the spark is real, it’s worth exploring.

Gianna