Be my guest here - and perhaps I’ll be yours, wherever you are.
The men I meet aren’t always visible. And they prefer it that way.
I am Alexandra. Shaped by an elite education, a curated library and a lifelong devotion to art, literature and sensation.
At heart, I am a collector—of objets d’art, hedonistic pleasures, and one-of-a-kind experiences. Perhaps you are too.
Raised between Switzerland and Melbourne, finished in Paris. I became the woman I am through charm, culture, and softly sharpened seduction.
Silk that drapes like poetry. Cashmere as soft as a whispered secret. Delicate French lingerie, only seen by the fortunate few.
I embody the art of anticipation.
A muse to inspire operas, debates, and ships launched to space. From the first time I’ve walked the runway, I knew: I was made to be seen. To inspire a world built anew. Your raison d’etre.
The Experience
I spend time with men who don’t appear on guest lists, and whose rooms are never registered under their own names.
The men who invite me don’t want more noise. They want the kind of presence that makes them feel seen.
With me, you’ll find the fantastical, the hedonistic and the beautifully human.
Discover the pleasure of being known, and the rare luxury of being the one who knows me.
Les Détails
Passions: Literature, painting, piano, languages, and the art of thoughtful conversation—from philosophy to AI.
Books on my nightstand: The Master and Margarita, The Great Gatsby, Eugene Onegin.
Currently reading: Rediscovering Gogol and Turgenev—with Dead Souls at the top of my list.
Where I feel most at home: Galleries, museums, ballet, and evenings at the theatre.
Favourite travel destinations: The glamour of Dubai and the serene luxury of the Maldives.
Enchantée, Alexandra.
