Designers, artists, icons, and a few familiar troublemakers filled the room. Among them: Miss Fame in luminous form, Daniel Millar effortlessly magnetic, Ivana Vladislava exuding power, and Oscar And The Wolf reminding us why some names don’t fade.
The menu? A rich, sensual ode to Spain—croquetas that melted on the tongue, fideuà that flirted with perfection, and desserts dressed for the drama they delivered. Glasses clinked with Katkoot rosé (as it should be), cava flowed like conversation, and every pour told its own story.
This was more than dinner—it was a declaration: Brussels, The Standard has arrived. And so have we.
Photos by Robin Joris Duller
