Every house
has a muse.
Ours is a dancer, a spy, and a woman who refused to be ordinary.
Read on
Chapter One
The Muse
Mata Hari.
Her name is a Malay expression for the sun, the eye of the day. She danced her way across Europe, charmed military men on both sides of a war, and worked as a double agent until 1917, when a firing squad brought her espionage to an end. Rumor has it she refused the blindfold, declared that she was ready, and blew a kiss to the men sent to end her.
“I am ready.”Mata Hari · 15 October 1917
In an age that handed women very little agency, she wrote her own part: dangerous, creative, impossible to look away from. That is the spirit we borrowed when we opened our doors, a little mischief, a lot of style, and the belief that the best nights are the ones nobody quite saw coming.
We named the House for her. Then we spent years making it worthy of the name.
How it works,
and why it feels like this.
Everything that follows is her influence, made architectural, three chapters of the same idea.
A home that throws a party.
Mata Hari House opened at the start of 2022 with a stubborn idea: a venue that feels less like a rental and more like a home you happen to host a hundred people in.
Many rooms, movable furniture, a layout that shifts to whatever the night asks for. Community and milestones, made a fuss over.
We took the pain out of the planning.
Fully furnished, from the black Chiavari chairs to the disco ball overhead. Caterers, designers, and vendors we trust, gathered over years.
You bring the guest list and the vision. We carry the rest, so you get to be a guest at your own party.
The authors of our story.
Beyond the core, Mata Hari House is an ever-expanding network of vendors.