How We Met
It was the autumn of 1924 — or so it felt. A jazz club in the West Village, all cigarette smoke and trumpet. Roland was at the bar, nursing a bourbon, watching the door. Vivienne walked in wearing a dress the colour of midnight, and the room shifted.
Four years, three cities, and one shared obsession with antique maps later — we are ready to make it permanent. We would be deeply honoured to have you bear witness.