The Paris-based community used the Rolex Monte-Carlo Masters final as the setting for its latest Girls Trip — an intimate, invitation-only gathering that reveals a deliberate point of view on what women’s networking should look like in 2026.
Monte Carlo during Masters week is loud. Courtside, it is louder still. But if you spent the weekend inside a particular twelve-seat loge on finals day, what you would have noticed first was the quiet — the kind of quiet that only exists when the right group of people are paying attention to the same thing at the same time. That loge belonged to Frenchelles, and the atmosphere inside it says more about what Karina Alifirova and Anna Galchinskaya are building than any brand deck ever could.
Frenchelles, founded in Paris, has grown into one of the most quietly discussed women’s communities in Europe. It does not publicise guest lists. It does not over-program. Its international footprint has expanded on the strength of word-of-mouth between members who tend to describe the club less as a network and more as a rhythm — a cadence of four or five touchpoints a year, each engineered to put the right dozen people in the same room.
Monaco was the most recent of those touchpoints. The weekend’s anchor was the Rolex Monte-Carlo Masters final, where Jannik Sinner produced a performance that will be remembered as one of the defining statements of the clay season. For the twelve international guests Alifirova and Galchinskaya had invited, it was the kind of shared reference point that does the quiet work of turning strangers into familiars.
The rest of the itinerary was designed to let that familiarity compound. A long lunch at La Môme Monte Carlo — styled around the aesthetics of the sport without ever labouring the theme — became the weekend’s social centrepiece. Between courses, the conversation moved across industries: fashion, venture, hospitality, media, private investment. No one pitched. No one networked, at least not in the way the word is usually used. People simply stayed at the table.
That, the founders argue, is the point.
“The best connections of our lives didn’t happen because someone handed us a business card. They happened because we were somewhere beautiful, with people we respected, and we had time. Frenchelles is just that — scaled.”
The philosophy has given the club an unusually defensible position. Where most women’s networks scale through open membership and large-format events, Alifirova and Galchinskaya have scaled theirs by resisting both. Every trip is capped. Every invitation is considered. The result is a community that grows slowly on purpose — and a waiting list that grows quickly as a consequence.
The Monaco edition will not be the year’s last. An exclusive Frenchelles Girls Trip to Ibiza is scheduled to open the summer season, with a further line-up of destinations planned through the balance of the year. Each will follow the same template: small, considered, and unmistakably theirs.
There is no shortage of membership clubs in 2026. What Frenchelles has done — and what the Monaco weekend made unusually visible — is build one where the product is not the venue, the calendar, or even the perks. It is the room. And in the room Alifirova and Galchinskaya have been quietly assembling, the women who walk in tend to leave with exactly what they came for: people they didn’t know they needed to meet.
