The Round Table

Once a season, we gather.

Once a season, a table is set for giants.

Not the famous, the fearless or the particularly tall. A giant is anyone willing to take up the space their life requires. Some arrive with a vision fully formed. Others arrive with a thought they’ve never dared to say out loud.

Over one night, you are fed, challenged and knighted in front of witnesses. Then you’re sent back into your life with a mission.

Not a dinner you attend. A night you enter.

There is a life that looks perfectly respectable from the outside.
And then there is the life that keeps knocking from within. The one with the outrageous ambition, the inconvenient desire, the impossible idea. The version of you that refuses to become smaller just because the room was built that way.

We made this evening for that version of you.

Each gathering is a living artwork. A secret ceremony where the sacred meets the ridiculous, beauty flirts with the grotesque, and every guest is both the artist and the masterpiece. Expect baroque excess, punk royalty, mythological glamour and a touch of beautiful absurdity. Impossible flowers, strange rituals, unexpected confessions, and a feast fit for the people who intend to rewrite the story.

We gather around a table that has no head, because nobody here has come to kneel. Power may wear pearls, armour, silk, sequins, or nothing you can name.

You have spent enough time being palatable. For one night, let the room adjust to you.

No shrinking. No false modesty. No pretending not to want what you want.

This is for you if…

• Ordinary life occasionally feels like a set designed by someone with no sense of colour
• You want your life to become a work of art
• You have an ambition that sounds outrageous when you say it out loud
• You want to leave dinner with a fire under your arse
• You want to be witnessed in your becoming, not just applauded once you’ve arrived
• You want to surround yourself with people who make your world feel bigger, stranger and more alive

The story

I’ve always dreamed of being surrounded by extraordinary people. Giants of all sizes. People fully willing not to stay small. The kind of company that leaves you inspired, connected, and a little braver than when you arrived.

So I decided to create the night of my dreams. An evening of impeccable ceremony, devoted to the dangerous art of not behaving. A secret gathering where we are knighted, fed, challenged and bound to a mission that sends us back into the world differently.

A place where extraordinary becomes contagious.

You helped bring this world into being. And I want you inside it.

Before the night ends, the table writes its cheer together: a battle cry, a toast and a sermon, spoken once, by everyone.

Here, ambition doesn’t need to be disguised as modesty. We speak the things we’ve been taught to whisper, celebrate the selves we’ve been taught to edit, and make room for the person we haven’t yet dared to become.

Your first night as a knight

Somewhere between the feast and midnight, a bell rings and the room falls silent. One question is put to you: what are you willing to stand for, even if it costs you something? You can answer it out loud or keep it to yourself. Then you step forward, and the blade touches your shoulders, in front of everyone at the table.

Then you leave carrying a mission.

A secret assignment. A piece of the night that belongs to you, and now asks something of you. You take it home with your vow, a relic of the night, and an ally who heard you say it and will hold you to it. Next season, the table is set again. You come back and tell us what happened.

The first two tables

Mexico City · 5 March. The night before the exhibition opens, behind a closed door. The next morning, you walk into the exhibition already a knight.

The Netherlands · TBA. Joined by someone who was officially knighted, sword and all.

What's included

How it works

1. 01Donate
2. 02Choose your table
3. 03Receive your sealed invitation
4. 04Take your seat

Seats per table are limited. Travel is not included.

The world can keep its rules.

We have a table to return to.

🖤 Niki