A members’ club
without a building.
Coco House throws parties in houses, not venues: a villa, a castle, a boat, anywhere that can become home for a night, and then it moves on. The club is the people and the list. The houses change. The devotion doesn’t.
The sun sets into the sea.
The western Algarve faces the Atlantic, so the sun goes down into the water. In November the town belongs to the people who live here. The sea is always somewhere in the frame, even in the dark.
Any place that can become home.
Houses first. A place with a story is a gift; a place without one becomes the setting for ours.
The door opens for who you bring.
Every name on the list was put there by a name already on it. A knock, a name, and someone walks you through the house. Nobody queues at a house.
Every night is numbered.
CH001 onwards. One camera team across every edition, so the archive has one eye. About a week after each night, the film and the pictures come back.
Hear about the next night.
We write rarely. Unsubscribe any time. Privacy