Many people worry about the future, oftentimes to their own detriment. When you’re extremely wealthy, your ability to fund your darkest fears can lead you to some odd places. Like a reinforced bunker with 12-inch thick walls, a rifle range, a gym, an archery field and one of the world’s largest fountains that you share with 2,000 other like-minded people. Let us explain.
You’ve had an excellent day in the snow: skiing, riding, tubing, snow-biking, perhaps even doing a round of snow yoga. But now the sun is setting, the fire’s roaring in the fireplace, your friends and family are starting to gather around, and it’s time for a hot cup of cocoa, an ice-cold beer, a good bottle of red, or perhaps a snifter of vintage port. What to wear? Whether you’ve earned that drink by exceeding your personal best outdoors, or whether you’re basically faking it, having spent the entire day inside at the spa (yes, we’ve done that once or twice), this is a chance to relax, unwind, and be both chic and totally comfortable – how many times does life present such a wonderful opportunity?
So many options for getting and staying in shape! In our ongoing quest to suss out how the world’s wealthiest people stay fit, our next stop is spinning. It’s a favored pastime of elites in major cities the world over, especially wealthy millennials – efficient cardio, inspiring trainers, cute clothes and excellent networking opportunities. What’s not to like? Even former First Lady Michelle Obama is a fan.
It’s the second week of January – how’s that weight loss and fitness program going so far? Ready to start throwing money at the problem? Unfortunately, you cannot pay someone to work out for you (our friends in the tech world have not figured that one out, yet). But with enough cash, you can upgrade the quality of your gym.
Many of us have had this moment: our beloved partner or family member bounds into the room, excitedly proclaiming “I’m going to buy a treadmill!” Or an elliptical, or a stationary bike. “If it’s at home, I’ll use it all the time; this is going to really help me get in shape.” Their enthusiasm is touching, and we try to be supportive, mustering a weak “That’s great, honey.” All the while thinking: “Ugh! I don’t want a massive ugly exercise machine in my bedroom/basement/life!” A couple of romantic relationships we know of have broken up over this exact conundrum. Probably not the only reason, but still. So what’s an aesthete to do?
