After the fade of a marriage I found myself rebuilding not just a home, but a life. In my lovely Bartók-negyed HQ I started hosting movie nights. It began with a few close friends, some fancy Ottolenghi recipes, cocktails in ridiculous glassware, and films from my vault of questionable (or very, very, very proper) taste.
Somehow, it grew. These nights became a way to gather fascinating, creative people in one room to eat, drink, and connect, through film, through laughter, through those long conversations that only happen when nobody’s rushing home. It’s not a club, or a salon, or a supper thing, it’s just what I needed when I needed to start over, and it turned into something beautiful.
If this sounds like your kind of evening, DM me on Instagram and I'll put you on the list.