Grace

Named accurately, for once: Grace moves like the word, no motion wasted, no gesture without purpose. Twenty-four, Oud-Zuid, economical to the bone.

Watch Grace set up a room, towels, oil, lamp, done, in the time other people spend deciding, and you understand her sessions in advance. Everything she does is distilled. Strokes carry no ornament, transitions have no seams, and an hour with her feels curiously longer than it is, because none of it was spent on filler. She is twenty-four, quartered in Oud-Zuid among the galleries whose economy of line she would appreciate. Polish is her interior language; her English is precise and quietly funny once she decides you merit it. The naked format suits her particularly, a session already stripped to essentials, given by its ideal practitioner.

Grace decides which bookings she takes and may decline any of them; she sets the limits for what a session includes, says what they are, and may end a visit at any point, as the terms set out.