From Red Carpets to Sweet Surrender
The Morning After the Grammys
I'm writing this with my feet still aching and glitter somehow still in my hair. Grammys weekend is officially wrapped, and I'm not fully back on the ground yet.
Sunday was the main event, but the whole weekend had a shape to it. Saturday's Clive Davis Pre-Grammy Gala was the elegant, refined half: champagne, gowns, sit-down dinners at the Beverly Hilton. Grammys night was the opposite energy. More show, more party, more everything.
The performances land differently in person. Lola Young, Sabrina Carpenter, Justin Bieber, all incredible. But the one I'll keep is the Ozzy Osbourne memorial tribute: Post Malone, Chad Smith, Slash, and Duff McKagan, all on one stage. The kind of thing you can't fake or stream.
Then there were the moments between the moments. Jeff Goldblum winked at me. JC from N'Sync stepped on my dress and would not stop apologizing, asking if I was okay, which was genuinely the sweetest thing. Paris Hilton is even more beautiful in person, which I didn't think was possible. And the one who left me starstruck, fully unable to get a word out? Martha Stewart. A legend, an icon, and I had nothing.
A real thank you to my date, who booked out the entire weekend and made all of it possible. This is the part of the work I never get tired of.
What's Next
If last weekend was all posture and sequins, this week tilts the other way.
I'm doing something I'm both nervous and thrilled about: a duo session with Mistress Iris, where I get to be the submissive one. Being dominated is something I genuinely love, and getting to explore that with someone this skilled and this respected feels like a gift.
Then Thursday, the photoshoot with Good Face Provocateur. If you know their work, you already understand. If you don't: artistic, provocative, the kind of images that stay with you.
I'm offering a very limited number of sponsorships for the shoot. Sponsor it and you'll receive custom photos made for you alone, images no one else will ever see. It's intimate and personal, and there are only a few spots. If that's something you want, reach out now, not later.
Where You'll Find Me
A small schedule update: Paris ran a day long, which pushed London back slightly. Here's where things stand.
San Jose, February 7 to 9. Super Bowl weekend. I was invited up and still have a little availability.
Paris, February 10 to 16. Fully booked. Valentine's week in Paris, already claimed by someone who plans ahead.
London, February 16 to 21. Available but filling. If you're there, or can find a reason to be, let's talk.
Between the photoshoot, two weeks in Europe, and a calendar I keep deliberately small, February is nearly gone. If you've been thinking about it, this is the part where you stop thinking about it.