Ivy League rebel, Bohemian artist, overeducated Minx. Irreverent, intellectual, insanely ripped Natural Goddess.
Channeler of the divine feminine...
You found me in the yellow wood. Well played. Now let’s slip off the path and into the hush between worlds.
I’m Lara. Ivy-trained, artist-brained, and carved head-to-toe from contradiction: taut muscle and soft mischief, highbrow and heat, intellect and instinct. A courtesan for those who crave more than release—those who long for an encounter that shivers at the edges of art, myth, and memory.
In my other life, I create worlds—behind the lens, on the page, in the dark folds of the city’s backstage. But here, I invite you into a more private construction: built of touch, tension, wit, and wonder. I’m selective, but if you’ve found me, perhaps something in you is already pulling off the path.
You may have noticed me—a flash of auburn curls, a disarming smile on a timeless Victorian face, the kind of tight, honed physique that leaves gym mirrors steamy and gallery guards distracted. Everywhere I go in this magical city, I leave a trail of panting dogs in my wake.
If you’d like to meet, begin with a proper email. I appreciate clarity, generosity, and respectful curiosity. Screening and a $300 deposit are required—especially for short notice. The plebes won’t understand. But you? You just might.