I thought I'd do a quick little post here featuring photos of me, just so, you know, you didn't think I'd died or anything. It's been a hectic week of repeating a bunch of calculations I did three years ago, because one of the parameters in my model has been tweaked ever so slightly (how am I supposed to understand the scrawl I filled all my past notebooks with?). I also had a nice surprise at the gym when my personal trainer gave me my second overall fitness assessment after 6 months of training. It turns out I must have Olympic genes, because my resting heart rate has dropped to 46 beats per minute (wikipedia tells me that officially makes me an athlete — or I have a congenital heart disorder) and my VO2-max is now approaching 70 ml/kg/min. If either of those figures means anything to you... Overall I scored 100% on Nuffield's fitness MOT test, apparently one of four out of 700 people my trainer has tested. Convinced the rest must be lazy bastards.
Oh, and I also wore this rather shockingly fetch t-shirt this week in the hope of bringing back the sunshine to Scotland after our freak blizzard at the weekend (*looks outside* it worked!). It's the second item I got at the relaunched Machine-A on Brewer Street. I actually débuted this little beauty in Paris, when I went for dinner at Il Vino by Enrico Bernardo — the restaurant with a wine list but no food menu. The chefs create something unique to go with each of your wine selections, and they even managed to come up with different vegetarian options for both me and Mother, quite a feat in almost uniquely carnivorous France. I still have a few more sets of show photos to post from Paris, and one more from London, so watch out for those next week!
Wearing t-shirt by Raf Simons, bracelet by Ann Demeulemeester, clutch by Christopher Kane, jeans by ASOS, trainers by Adidas.
P.S. I've given up trying to look chic on the blog. It's all about the extreme posing right now. Smizing from H2T.