If you’ve ever wondered what sits just beyond the velvet rope on a Grand Prix weekend, that’s my lane. I travel for the nights as much as the race, the after-hours sets, the private dinners that start late and end later, the marina energy, the rooms where everyone looks effortless because the planning happened days ago. I’m drawn to the details that make a weekend feel properly curated: the DJ who understands pacing, the table with the right light, the kind of hospitality that never has to announce itself.