UNRAVEL THE ORDINARY
who is gemma song?
The name, almost mythological.
A storyteller, a muse, a dinner & travel companion, a ward of simple pleasures. The euphemisms go on & on...
A courtesan, a woman remaining beyond the reach of the common man, yet with the humility and grace to capture the attention of all — some chasm between idea and reality.
Gemma is a reincarnation of all the dreams I’ve ever had. She emerges in the moments when the skin bares between worlds, and the materials of the land ripen with an electric magic.
You can begin to lift the veil via my Twitter.
WONDER IS THE BEGINNING OF CONNECTION
I’m tempted to say time spent with me allows for escape from the dregs of ordinary life, but I’d be standing on the shoulders of many courtesans before me.
A step beyond that, let us uncover the beauty of the every day that transports it into the realm of intriguing, mystifying, joyous unpredictability. Like a good novel or film, some courtesans entertain, and others linger, challenge, and reshape the way you see the world.
Like watching the morning frost melt, the slow magic of conversation stretched across hours transmutes time and space. Good conversation is the soil from which every encounter grows.
Whether we are poolside basking under the sun or across a candlelit table— intimacy is a dance, which is a kind of language, one that cannot be mastered by technique but by being in the present.
We are very lucky TO LIVE
in a time abundant with beautiful images. It was in San Francisco, the mecca of all things convenient and digital, that my foray into fast glamour began.
In Manhattan, where I am now based, we are best at refining the game of social appearances, predicated on exclusivity, beauty, wealth, fame.
Yet, the closer we are to creating images of perfection, I've found, the more they appear devoid of life.
I ask, how do we begin to unravel what we truly desire?
Born in the Year of the Monkey, I am led by my curious and mischievous nature, which lends from decades of sticking my nose into dusty corners of the library. My friends endear me as charming and magnetic, qualities they say cannot be replicated by clever marketing or computer software.
This I am certain: when holding the tension between reality and fantasy, the possibilities for discovery are stretched limitless. I invite you to penetrate through the artifices of desire, and transverse into the unknown. Because the only reservations worth having are for dinner...
LET US PRAISE & MARVEL AT
Al dente pasta
Soaking tub suites
Heirloom tomatoes
Antique burled wood
Wong Kar-Wai
Oversized robes
Bedhead
Fuzzy feelings stronger than dark roast espresso
Stems from Erin Medina
Barley tea
NYT daily puzzles
Mary Oliver
The salty sweet vibrations of a woman’s clacking footsteps
Archival Prada
Mongolian throat singing
Georgian folk dance
Timothy and Kylie
The underside of my dog's body
Patterned tights
Skin-contact wine
Whatever movie theater butter is made from
IN PRAISE OF OPEN DOORS
Though I consider myself a free bird, if you are the type to ask a lady her age or measurements, you will find that I become surprisingly demure, for I seek not to be purely bound within the contours of your mind. Instead I have included some select words from friends.
"impossible to forget"
"surprisingly girly"
"I don't know how, but you somehow manage to allow me to bottle my inner reflections through some voodoo conversational tantric techniques (I think it's the boobs). I'm pretty much going to be a lifetime cheerleader while you find your myriad of ways to tell stories to the world that may allow everyone to do the same."
