ORIGIN PROTOCOLS: Timing, Trains, and the Architecture of Desire

Every story of desire begins somewhere. Mine started in Rochester, where winter nights were illuminated only by passing trains and mother's Steinway. She taught me timing on those black and white keys - though I doubt she imagined I'd apply it quite like this.

You want to know about Dial Tone? It was born between the velvet ropes of Studio 54 and the marble halls of the Metropolitan, where I learned that love, like art, benefits from proper curation.

Some say I'm playing matchmaker. I prefer to think of myself as an architect of perfect moments. That "chance" meeting at Bar Basso? The "coincidental" collision of Riva boats off Portofino? All carefully engineered, down to the last degree of sunset.

Why long weekends? Because 48 hours isn't enough for desire to fully develop. But 72 hours? That's when magic happens.

More transmissions incoming. The snow is falling in Milan, and I have a feeling this year will be... interesting.

-AK