NAYA GILL

®2025

NAYA GILL

®2025

a book club in an apartment in melbourne. once a month, 30 strangers, one book, a lot of yapping.

a book club in an apartment in melbourne. once a month, 30 strangers, one book, a lot of yapping.

Person with a mustache wearing a black t-shirt carrying a tall stack of pizza boxes inside a dimly lit bar or restaurant.
Wooden outdoor table set with multiple plates of food, including dips, salads, potatoes with cheese, and glasses of water, with hands reaching in to eat.

about us

Morn is a book club. Technically.

in practice it's strangers in my apartment on a sunday morning. coffee, wine, an unreasonable amount of cake, a long table, and the kind of conversation that starts at the book and ends somewhere completely different.
the book is the excuse. the room is the point.

no networking. no "we should grab coffee sometime!" that you both know isn't happening. just people who actually wanted to be there, yapping long past the scheduled time.

Morn is a book club. Technically.

in practice it's strangers in my apartment on a sunday morning. coffee, wine, an unreasonable amount of cake, a long table, and the kind of conversation that starts at the book and ends somewhere completely different.
the book is the excuse. the room is the point.

no networking. no "we should grab coffee sometime!" that you both know isn't happening. just people who actually wanted to be there, yapping long past the scheduled time.

White plate with roasted carrots served on green sauce, topped with almonds and fresh herbs, held by a hand over a dark table.
White plate with roasted carrots served on green sauce, topped with almonds and fresh herbs, held by a hand over a dark table.
Bottles of olive standing on the marble counter
Freshly baked Margherita pizza with melted cheese, tomato sauce, and basil leaves, held by a person’s hand.
Restaurant interior with wooden tables and chairs lined against a textured wall, softly lit by round wall lamps.

Hi, I'm Inayat
[or Naya]

Making friends as a adult is weird, and so I decided to bribe strangers with cake in a attempt to expand my village.

And so I combined my three favourite things:

reading, baking, and yapping for concerning amounts of time.

Morn was never really about the books.
It was about creating the kind of room where nobody feels the need to perform,
just chaotic conversations, people genuinely wanting to be there, and no one leaving on time