Palm Beach, by yacht — a midnight that doesn't end.
Private. Polished. A crowd that knows the difference. A warm Palm Beach night, the water gold at dusk.
This year's gala leaves the dock behind. Lines cast at dusk from Palm Beach, a private superyacht as the stage, and a light warm wind over the deck as you cruise — because New Year's Eve here is beautiful, and the only coat you'll need is the jacket you came in. Teak decks, brass fittings, candlelit salons below, a horn section on the open deck, and the last gold light of the year on the water.
Patrick personally curates the guest list, the wine, the menu, the flowers, the soundscape — the kind of detail a thousand-person ballroom can never offer. Cocktails as the sun drops. Dinner under the stars. Hit Factory on deck through the countdown, and a late set that keeps going until the first light on the water. What you're buying isn't a ticket — it's a seat at the one table the night refuses to end.
