15/09/2026
A little ode to 10 years of Tabloo Margot.
I can’t remember when you first got on my radar. I do remember we tried to meet for coffee in those early years, but couldn’t make it work, because life. It took us until 2018 to finally meet, at a wedding in the North of France.
The guests danced so hard that night, they almost danced a hole in the floor.
Our kind of party.
You started in 2016 and so did I. It feels a little like we grew up together in the past decade, with an endless hunger. Always striving for more. More creativity, more innovation, more experiences. More oysters, that too.
Margot, I love your endless lust for life, your craziness, your kind heart. How deeply you care. How you continually strive for the very best. How you always find the best places to eat, because why would we want to waste time on subpar food? How you always find the most beautiful places to stay, because life is too short to look at depressing interior design.
When I look at everything you’ve created and achieved, my heart just bursts with pride. You are one of a kind. You don’t just throw great parties, you are the party.
Here’s to another decade of of Italian roadtrips; jumping in pools together; taking the train to Paris just to have lunch; tiramisu wheelbarrows; bottles of red w**e for dinner; going crazy over incredible sunrises; frantic backwards golf cart rides to find the best spot for golden hour; and of course vongole. Lots and lots of vongole.
