Meet The Team
Meet the staff of The House, the ones who keep the lights low, the champagne cold, and the standards high.
        
        
      
    
    Patrice Monique
Chairwoman & Founder
Founder, architect, and uncompromising visionary of The House of Selene. She built this place brick by brick, with discipline, endless cups of ground coffee, and the occasional existential crisis.
Presides over every room with equal parts elegance and fire.
Marguerite
Head of Concierge
The woman who somehow knows what you need before you’ve even typed the message.
Handles everything from member requests to minor meltdowns with unshakable grace.
Has never missed a detail or a deadline, or a good martini.
Noelle & Sabine
Room, Suites & Studio Managers
Complete opposites who somehow keep the House’s mind intact.
Noelle loves lists, labels, and library silence; Sabine thrives in creative chaos and last-minute genius.
One colour-codes everything, the other improvises her way to perfection. Together, they make order look effortless.
Peggy
Head Valet
Runs the front drive like it’s the Champs-Élysées. Nobody parks a vintage Porsche better, and heaven help the woman who double-books her slot.
Sassy, efficient, and allergic to nonsense, Peggy has a heart of gold buried under three layers of sarcasm and Baccarat Rouge.
She’ll bark at you to move faster, then slip you a compliment when no one’s listening.
Josephine
Powder Room Curator
The embodiment of charm and chaos in equal measure. She curates the Powder Room with lethal precision, perfumes, rituals, and just enough gossip to keep it interesting.
Think of her as your most glamorous bad influence.
Chef Samuel
Head Chef
Runs Nova Moon like an orchestra.
Knows every member’s drink order and emotional state. His food has reduced women to tears (the good kind).
Believes dinner should always end with dessert, and on a positive note
Eclipse
The House Cat
Resident menace and unofficial gatekeeper.
Sleeps through most meetings, ignores all rules, and somehow still gets away with everything.
If Eclipse sits on your lap during a Salon discussion, congratulations, you’ve been chosen.