Alice Arden

Hey there, handsome

My, my. How delightful to see you here. You must have gotten lost looking for the Morgan Library website to brush up on your knowledge of the Italian Renaissance, n’est pas? Well, since you’re here why don’t you stay a while? I’m sure you’ll find plenty of equally breathtaking visuals to capture your attention. And I think you’ll agree, my curves would make Botticelli jealous.

Allow me to introduce myself. I’m Alice. Hailing from the windswept shores of the West Coast, I was drawn to the allure of the big city, due to my incorrigible habit of staying up late in low-lit cocktail bars and my weakness for men in suits. So I traded in my Hunter boots and headed east to attend a prestigious post-graduate program in the city of Nan Goldin and Andy Warhol. Though I consider myself a newly minted Manhattanite, I still possess the untamed passion from years spent wandering the rainforest and bathing nude in mountain lakes. Nowadays you can find me sweating on the tennis court, getting dirty in pottery class, conjugating French verbs over cappuccinos and jetting off for the slopes of Zermatt when the mood strikes.

Though I haven’t always had the best luck at the Blackjack tables, I have been blessed as far as my looks are concerned. With my flowing golden hair, emerald green eyes, and slender statuesque frame, I am no stranger to turning heads in Central Park. (I may have caused one or two frisbee accidents while strolling around in a sundress on particularly sultry summer days. Don’t worry, nobody got seriously hurt!) I am often complimented on my delicate feminine features which have been compared to Taylor Swift or a young Gweneth Paltrow. In addition to my extensive lingerie collection, I like to adorn my figure with tailor-cut blouses, form-fitting pencil skirts, and soft silk dresses on our nights out flirting over the panna cotta at Marea. Underneath those layers, you’ll be pleased to discover the kind of body that men go to war for.

I keep my friends list as polished and considered as my manicure, preferring to nurture lasting connections with a select few. Outside of this, I have a demanding career and a wonderfully full life, which means my availability is intentionally limited. I spend time in this world simply because I enjoy it, and because I believe life's most memorable encounters happen with people who genuinely intrigue one another. I receive a high volume of inquiries, but I accept only a small number, choosing quality over quantity and chemistry over convenience. Should you be lucky enough to find yourself in my orbit, you may discover I am just the secret ingredient you've been missing.

experiences

Sailing between the Lofoten Islands

Seeing the northern lights from Svalbard

Stargazing in Atacama Desert

A luxury safari in the Okavango Delta

Cherry blossom season in Kyoto

Hot air ballooning over Cappadocia

nibbles

Aska. Fermentation, smoke, and seasonality (NYC)

Narisawa. Inspired by Japan's forests and seasons (Tokyo)

SingleThread. Ever-changing menu shaped by the week's harvest from its own farm (Sonoma Valley)

Champagne cellar tour and tasting in Épernay, France

Indulgences

Bespoke lingerie, silk kimonos & stockings

An afternoon at the spa. Aire Aincent Baths, Spencer’s, The Mandarin Oriental, The Ritz Carlton, or Baccarat

Fine art photography & rare photo books, to add to my collection

Rose gold jewelry, seasonal flower arrangements, candles that smell like the forest, a lock of hair from my enemy

Obsessions

Pottery, philosophy, psychology and photography

French language & films

Nature (specifically mountains, roadtrips, or anything involving a vessel)

Baking, interior design & mastering the art of the bubble bath

All things cats. I foster kittens and I must admit I am a little bit obsessed with them

In my early 30’s, with long golden hair, rosebud lips and sparkling green eyes. Tall, with legs for days and a sculpted, modelesque physique earned from years of being a certified Pilates Princess™