Pink Chairs, Serendipity & The Universe’s Art of Artistic Alignment

It was a Monday morning like any other—until it wasn’t. I was about to head out to work on usual project stuff and had barely started my day when I got pulled into a spontaneous WhatsApp call. The kind of professional “threesome” you don’t anticipate but end up being completely transformed by.

And suddenly, I found myself in a conversation with my dear friend Danny... and none other than Oliver Scotoni—yes, the Oliver Scotoni.

Founder of Rundfunk, cultural disruptor, legend. A man whose fingerprints are all over the evolution of Switzerland’s creative landscape and far beyond.

We met at The Artistic— how poetic! The Artistic at Headsquarter is nestled quietly above the Zurich’s pulse. And what was supposed to be a brief phone exchange morphed into something larger—an unfolding moment of profound alignment. The sun was out— gracing over Zürich’s newest rooftop.

The pink and red chairs under us weren’t just design statements to me; they felt like signs. Color-coded affirmations of joy, sensuality, vulnerability, boldness—and above all, of being ready to receive.

HeadsQuarter, The Artistic -- Rooftop

We didn’t plan any of this. But we were aligned. Prepared.

Prepared to listen, to dream aloud, to exchange not just ideas but frequencies. And as we sat there—one in a pastel pink suit, one in print, one in layers of urban cool—something clicked.

It wasn’t about networking. It wasn’t even about goals or KPIs. It was about presence.

The laws of attraction had done their thing.

We had showed up.

And suddenly, I remembered something I deeply believe but sometimes forget: good things come to those who wait, but even better things come to those who dare to believe.

Who trust the process.

Who hold the tension of uncertainty long enough for synchronicity to swoop right in

Because what are the odds? That three individuals from different corners of culture, legacy, and imagination would follow the sirens and end up together on a balcony in Zurich and spark something—unhinged, unfiltered, entirely unforced?

But that’s the power of connection. It doesn’t always require introductions or agendas.

Sometimes, it just needs a yes. A seat.

A pink chair.

And in that moment—on that terrace—we weren’t just creatives.

We were codes.

Bridges.

Signals bouncing off one another, decoding what this world needs next.

Art that heals.

Spaces that speak.

Ideas that move. No noise—slow shifts of consciousness.

I won’t spill all the details yet.

Some stories need to brew, to rise slowly before they’re ready to be served.

But here’s what I will say:

The universe is a better curator than any PR firm.

Stay open.

Stay bold.

And when the call comes—answer it.