Gate Club is on that second map. It sits at Porte Maillot, on the western edge of the 17th, where the city starts to give way to the Bois de Boulogne. It’s open weekends only, with doors at 11:30 and dancing until six. The room is elegant, the crowd dresses for it, and the bookings tell you who it’s for: Moblack, Hot Since 82, Caiiro, Laolu. It’s afro house and the house music around it, played for people who came to dance and stay.

That’s why this partnership made sense to us. tmrw has always cared more about the room than the spotlight. The best culture gets made in places that don’t need to announce themselves, by people building something with their own crowd before the rest of the world catches up. Gate Club runs on that instinct. So do we.

Francis Mercier was the obvious headliner for the same reason. He grew up between Haiti and New York and spent years building his sound with his own community, bringing African and Caribbean roots into house music on his own terms, long before the biggest stages came calling.

By the time he got to Porte Maillot, he’d played the Zénith and the Pyramids of Giza and spent the summer as a Monday resident at Hï Ibiza. That was the point of the night: an artist the world had finally caught up to, playing a room with walls on every side and nowhere for the heat to go.