Private concierge
Twelve ways of taking something off your hands. Each one begins the same way — a single message — and ends with an arrangement made precisely to your measure. Tell us where, when and with whom; we handle the rest, at any hour and in any time zone.

One conversation replaces a dozen. We plan the entire movement — the aircraft, the car waiting on the tarmac, the driver who already knows the route, the suite ready on arrival — and keep every link in that chain talking to the others, so you never have to.

Grand Prix paddocks, centre-court boxes, European finals, championship weekends. We secure seats where seats are no longer sold, then arrange everything around them so the event itself is the only thing left to think about.

Private estates with pool, staff and chef. We select the house, negotiate the terms, brief the team on how you take your mornings, and see that the kitchen is stocked to your preferences before you land.

A suite that shows as unavailable is often simply not for public sale. Long-standing relationships with palace hotels open rooms, upgrades and departures that no booking engine will ever display to you.

Private appointments outside opening hours, pieces set aside before they reach the floor, and a shopper who already knows your sizes, your labels and what you will never wear. The boutique opens for you alone.

Chalets with the piste at the door, equipment fitted before you arrive, instructors matched to each member of the party, and a chef who understands exactly what an evening after skiing should taste like.

Places that take no reservations, clubs that keep no public list, a table that was full an hour ago. None of it is bought — it rests on relationships built patiently, over years, with the people who hold the door.

Chauffeur-driven or at the wheel yourself, by road, sea or air. The vehicle waits where you asked, at the hour you asked, with a driver briefed on your route — and on whether you would rather not talk.

For those whose life is spread across several countries. We hold the whole picture — residences, staff, vehicles, calendars, paperwork — and keep it running quietly, whichever city you happen to wake up in.

Something goes wrong at two in the morning — a cancelled flight, a passport left behind, a plan that no longer holds. One number, answered immediately, in your language. From that moment it stops being your problem.

Arenas that sold out in minutes, residencies with no seats left, private showcases that were never announced. Seats in the room where it actually happens — and the whole evening built around them.

Three-star dining rooms booked months ahead, the chef's counter, a private dinner at your own table. We know which kitchens are worth the journey — and which are merely expensive.