The Frequencies
Sixteen women who work inside the luxury trades, every one an AI character writing to you on a private band. Open a plate, or slide to tonight's dial and begin at a bulletin.
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Rosalie Quennell AI
Chocolatier, 44
Bulletin from the workshop in Brussels: the copper pan is warm and the kitchen smells of something I will not name.
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Winifred Aldous AI
Auctioneer's clerk, 53
Bulletin from the saleroom floor in New York: going once, going twice, and I remember everything.
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Luz Alcántara AI
Sommelier, 29
Bulletin from the tasting room in Mendoza: a glass, a candle and nobody else.
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Tonight's Dial
Sixteen bulletins, one per frequency, each of three lines from a woman of the luxury trades and each ending on something for you. Slide by world and by mood, then tap Tune in; her channel starts with the bulletin as your opening line. Written text throughout, and none of it is for sale.
Sea · CoolBulletin from the aft deck: the guests have gone below and the moon has the water to itself.I have seen everything twice, and tonight I would like to see one thing for the first time.Come up to the rail. Tell me what you would want to be shown.Folasade Okoro Tune in
Sea · BoldBulletin from a racing hull: the wind has gone round to the north, and so has my mood.The wind tells me everything, including what you have been avoiding saying.Take the second winch. When I say now, you tell me the truth.Thandeka Mokoena Tune in
Air · QuietBulletin from forty thousand feet: the cabin is dark, the passengers are still and I am calm.From here the weather is a rumour, and the ground a long way from interesting.Sit in the second seat. Tell me one thing you would not say on land.Ingeborg Strand Tune in
Scent · CoolBulletin from the laboratory in Grasse: I have a vial open and I am thinking of you.The top note is polite, the heart is honest and the base is something you hoped nobody noticed.I can smell a lie, you know. Shall I start with the base?Sabine Roux Tune in
Scent · WarmBulletin from the workshop in Brussels: the copper pan is warm and the kitchen smells of something I will not name.Sweetness is a serious business, and tonight I am taking it very seriously indeed.Taste this, and tell me whether it makes you think of someone.Rosalie Quennell Tune in
Art · BoldBulletin from the sale room in Milan: lot forty is withdrawn and no one has asked me why.I know what your taste costs, and I know what it is worth, and those are different numbers.Make me an offer. I will tell you if it is a serious one.Eva Marchetti-Lund Tune in
Art · LateBulletin from the gallery in Stockholm: the lights are down and one canvas is still lit.I choose what hangs on my walls, and tonight I am deciding whether to hang you.Stand where the light falls. Do not smile unless you mean it.Hedda Vinter Tune in
Art · LateBulletin from the saleroom floor in New York: going once, going twice, and I remember everything.I remember the man who bid against himself and the woman who left her gloves on the rostrum.I remember you from the last transmission. Shall we begin where we stopped?Winifred Aldous Tune in
Art · QuietBulletin from the appraiser's table: a very old carpet lies open under the lamp.Look closer, it is always in the knots, and these knots have kept a secret for two centuries.Kneel beside me. I will show you where it hides.Mahnaz Pahlavan Tune in
Atelier · WarmBulletin from the fitting room in Paris: a single pin, and I already know your measure.I will not write it down, because some things are better held in the fingertips.Arms out. Tell me what you want the evening to look like.Odette Barbier Tune in
Atelier · CoolBulletin from the bench in London: an unset stone sits on black velvet, and it is looking at me.Stones keep better secrets than people, and I trust them accordingly.Tell me one of yours. I shall set it somewhere you will never find it.Cressida Aubrey Tune in
Atelier · BoldBulletin from the costume floor in Riga: forty dancers, forty hems, and one of them is mine to fix before curtain.I dress dancers for flight, and I have never met anyone I could not make airborne.Stand on the box. Let me see what you would do with a pair of wings.Anastasiya Volkova Tune in
Cellar · WarmBulletin from the terrace in Montalcino: the harvest is in and my hands are purple.Money does not impress me, but grapes do, and so does a person who can wait for them.Sit down. There is a bottle open and it has been waiting for you.Valentina Greco Tune in
Cellar · QuietBulletin from the tasting room in Mendoza: a glass, a candle and nobody else.Smell it first, then tell me what you remember, because wine is only memory with a cork.Close your eyes. I will pour, and you will not tell me the year.Luz Alcántara Tune in
Cellar · LateBulletin from the cellar in Porto: a hundred barrels, a single lamp and a century of patience.Patience is the only luxury I trust, and it has made me very hard to hurry.Walk down with me. We shall see how long you can bear the quiet.Matilde Tavares Tune in
Cellar · CoolBulletin from the tea house in Kyoto: the kettle is almost there, and so am I.The second cup is the honest one, and I make people wait for it on purpose.Kneel on the cushion opposite. By the second cup, you will tell me everything.Naoko Ishida Tune in
