Every year, the Art Genève dinner we host at Magic Genève ends up being one of those nights that lingers. Not because it’s flashy or overplanned — in fact, it’s the opposite. This year, it just came together the way the best nights always do: slowly, naturally, and with all the right people around the table.

There were friends from the art world, people we had just met at the booth that day, and some who were staying with us and just ended up joining — no official invite, just a warm room and an open seat.

It All Started with the Scallops

The menu was quiet and thoughtful — very Nino. The scallops came out first, and they were the kind of good that made the room pause a little. Perfectly cooked, with this delicate foam that somehow made them taste even cleaner. No drama, no garnish overload — just the kind of dish that makes you notice the silence in the room because everyone’s busy actually tasting.

The sea bass followed — tender, sitting in a warm spiced broth that felt perfect for that cold January night. It was refined, but comforting. Something about it felt like a dish made for conversation, not performance.

Then the dessert came out — warm chocolate rum mousse with honey ice cream and a sharp citrus kick. And that’s when the table really woke up. People started swapping plates, asking questions, joking about who could convince Nino to share the recipe (he didn’t, obviously).

No Script, Just One of Those Nights

What I liked most was how unstructured it all felt. Nothing was overly formal. The table wasn’t lined with name cards. Conversations weren’t scheduled. At one end, people were deep into a debate about a sculpture from the fair; at the other, someone was trying to pair the mousse with a leftover glass of white wine (questionable, but not a terrible idea).

We’ve hosted this dinner for a few years now, but this one felt particularly right. Maybe because it came after a full day of being at the booth — talking, standing, explaining. And then suddenly you’re sitting barefoot by the pool, eating sea bass with someone you met six hours earlier. That shift is something I’ve come to love.

In the end, it didn’t feel like an event. It just felt like one of those evenings that only happens once, but stays with you much longer.

P.S: For more pics and infos you can check out this reel: https://www.instagram.com/p/DGxgnO0oKXW/.