AI

(long read, and a bit boring) 

 

There’s a guy I follow on my Twitter account (no, I’m never going to refer to it as “X”) who does commentary on men’s style, and today I read one of his tweets which said that AI would never be able to replace a human stylist, as a stylist knows about the society, culture, personality etc that the person belongs to and so is better able to pick an outfit for a person than AI which just churns out generic answers. He also said that of course what AI can’t do is answer the question “Who am I?”

 

Well, this got me thinking, as although I’m not an AI fatalist I am keeping up weekly with the progress of AI (lightning speed progress) and of course it is not the AI that has the advantage it’s the human who knows hot to utilise it. Here’s an example:

Firstly there’s a conflation between ChatGPT and AI. ChatGPT is just one program, that’s free to use and for everybody. Therefore of course the answers are generic. And even if it wasn’t, even the best stylist would still ask you many questions about yourself and take your measurements before making their suggestions. AI (the wider technology) could be used by a stylist for example to make their own program where the user pays a nominal amount to subscribe and the suggestions given are in the style of that stylist. Or the stylist could make their AI prohibitively expensive and/or only license it to people they want to have it. Or you could do both. A better example (that someone less fashion minded might relate to more) is for example a very famous and successful interior designer who works on large projects (luxury hotels, etc) may decide to release an AI programme where, “everyday” users looking to decorate their home could input the dimensions, and the AI would create the interior design plan of the famous interior designer they love, but don’t have access to. Let’s call the interior designer Sophie. Sophie’s interior design package could offer the user 30 different options for the space they wish to decorate and could further be monetised by product placement and so on. In fact, you might like a particular table lamp by an Italian designer, and you can either buy it directly through the program, or the AI can also scan the entire internet and show you similar alternative options at all price points. Whilst some people may only discover a side table they now see would look great in the hallway, or realise that shelves next to the television would be a good idea (as per the AI suggestion,) other users may decide to buy the entire interiors package that the AI has created- and within the coming weeks, the blank canvas of a new home becomes a gorgeous space in the style of your favourite interior designer with everything from cushions to beds and cutlery being taken care of in one purchase.

 

This subscription model will be somewhat limited by the fact that after most people have used the AI program and found ideas for the spare room, or kitted out their house, or ordered the kitchen they wanted etc etc, they will of course unsubscribe from the program. However what Sophie could also do is have a more expensive licensing package that other interior designers could pay to use. This would be a more detailed trade/industry centric package that would include suppliers, higher specification interiors and perhaps 500 potential design solutions as opposed to the 30 potential given on the consumer-level AI. To protect the value and exclusivity of this more expensive package, it could be limited to only 20 interior design houses in the world, and priced at something like £50,000 a year, with the license only being renewed by Sophies request at the end of the year. Having the package ads a lot of value to the interior design studio using it, and equates to £1M in revenue for Sophie. The £50,000 licence sounds like a lot but it isn’t in the schemes of big designers and houses. Top interior designer Kelly Wearsler charges $50,000 – $100,000 per event for her expertise, so you can only imagine what she would charge to consult. Access to Kelly’s design brain for a year at £50,000 is comparatively good value. In fact if the AI program was truly excellent or available to even less people, the license could easily command a higher price.

 

In this way AI is not replacing Sophie, it is expanding her reach (and her income!). I think the combination of human + AI is what’s most appealing and most marketable. Other new technology would be integrated (for a clothing stylist, perhaps your whole body could be scanned during the signing up process, and therefore the clothes suggested fit your stature perfectly) or the interior design tech would have the option of integrating a virtual reality headset (this already exists in some interior design showrooms), allowing you to walk through your new home, switching seamlessly between the 50 different possibilities. 

 

In recent years consumers appear to have rallied against the idea of “paying for information”, however there is a big difference between generic information, and information that is perfectly tailored to you, given by (or in the style of) someone who’s expertise you trust, or a creative who you admire. Many can’t afford a world leading stylist, Interior designer, or celebrity personal trainer, but they can afford a small(ish) subscription fee for a slice of the experience, that feels very much like the real experience. And crucially, particularly in the luxury market, no matter how many people are willing to hire Sophie, or indeed Kelly, she can only ever be in one place at a time. Until now. I also strongly dispute the idea that AI could never know someone better than they know themselves. Not a week goes by when I don’t get an add on Google for something I just thought about, or of a small obscure brand I’ve never heard of that suits my taste just perfectly. Think of all the people you know, who are in denial about something that you can see very clearly. I think it’s very possible to know or understand more of a person than they do of themselves, especially when it comes to shallow things like stylistic taste. I would guess that Google knows more about you than anyone, after all it’s the only one who knows you are here reading this. You only have to go to the same hotel or restaurant a handful of times before they can half know and half predict exactly what you want. It’s embarrassing almost, I scroll through Amazon and they’ve done a good job of picking out my favourite things, even if I’ve never ordered them before. And there I was thinking that I’m the only woman on earth who likes Chanel perfume, chocolate, and self help books 😤 

 

So anyway… that is my view of one of the many ways AI could be used to improve the lives of others and perhaps help creatives expand their reach. This is of course going to happen in the fun interim period between now and when it takes over and kills us all 🥳😂

 

Fortunately for my chosen side-hustle, I don’t predict the robot girlfriends are arriving any time soon*, so how about that dinner date?

 

Billie ❤️

 

* even if the robot girlfriends are arriving soon, I very much doubt they’d have the audacity to make one with a p**** as juicy as mine 😘

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Men who:
 
✅ Are good at planning 
✅ Are reliable
✅ Give good massages
✅ Are open minded
✅ Enjoy luxury
✅ Love to travel
✅ Easy going
✅ Can laugh at themselves
✅ Are chivalrous
✅ Like intimacy
✅ Have calming energy
 
= my type 🏆
🚫 Afraid to enjoy life
🚫 Still upset about something that happened in 1996
🚫 Can’t take a joke
🚫 Narcissist
🚫 Over promise but don’t deliver
🚫 Chaotic
🚫 Narrow minded
🚫 Can’t live in the moment
🚫 Thinks the woman should be the man
🚫 Vegan
🚫 Arsenal supporters
 
= 🏃🏾‍♀️🚫😂😂😂

Asador Extebarri

Lunch with friends at #4 restaurant in the world, Asador Extebarri, in the Basque region, Spain 🇪🇸
One of the hardest restaurants to book (tried for 2 years, and finally secured a table through an introduction). A masterclass in simplicity and a very important experience in my life as a foodie! Then travelled into San Sebastian for 2 days of very best tapas, wines and vermouth. My love affair with Spain continues… I shall tell you more in person.

Bath

I’m one of those people who is always travelling but somehow hasn’t gotten round to exploring much of my own country. I’ve definitely been to more places in France or Italy than I have in the UK. A classic example of not appreciating what’s on your doorstep! So it was a pleasure to accept an invitation to Bath, a beautiful historic town, and the perfect environment to curate a special experience.

Memories of Mallorca

[Long Read]

 

I can remember my first visit to Mallorca as if it were yesterday. Flying to Palma is one of those destinations where half the plane is on their way to one type of holiday (The Magaluf party crowd) and the other half are on their way to an entirely different type of holiday (one of endless tapas, day boats, and narrow streets packed with small shops and tiny churches). But there’s another side to Mallorca which I also enjoy, a few hours drive away from Palma where it’s much quieter. This style a travel agents refer to as “barefoot luxury”. Well, it’s not quite barefoot luxury for a high heels addict like me, but this expression is about the easygoing nature of being in a more remote location. Day to day life is reduced to a new reality; a reality where each day there are only 2 important decisions to make: what do I want to eat, and how many times do I fancy a ****?

 

They say life is simple and of course the truth is it isn’t, but Mallorca has always been one of my happy places. It offers me everything I look for in a sunny holiday: the dining (fantastic Mallorca cuisine which has its own identity separate from mainland Spain), the golf (on holiday there’s only one way to play golf with me and that’s 9 holes, then get tipsy in the clubhouse then back to the hotel for a celebratory 10th and 11th hole), then of course there’s the natural beauty of the place – I love the dramatic cliff edges, mile high pine trees, and blue sea only comparable to the Caribbean and certain parts of Greece. What else? The history in Palma… one day I went for a morning walk with no map and stumbled across so many gorgeous old buildings and the massive cathedral. Whereas in some parts of Europe the churches feel like a place to be punished, in much of the Mediterranean they are a place of endless wonder and inspiration. Although I’m not religious, I still find so much beauty in religious buildings. Some of these buildings I feel completely overwhelmed by the architecture and beauty when I walk in. No matter how many times I enter a space like this every single time I look up to the ceiling and think “how on earth did they build this thing 500 years ago?!”

 

This is a bit off topic but someone once told me the reason the airport in Palma is so massive and modern is that one of the American states ordered an airport (you know what I mean, commissioned to have one made) and then apparently there was some issue with this deal and it fell apart and so somehow Palma ended up with an airport intended for a much larger place. I’ve never fact-checked this story as I loved it so much so prefer to believe it 🙂

 

Anyway back to why I love Mallorca. The fine dining there is a very mixed bag (mostly not good), but dining at 2 Michelin Star Voro on my most recent visit was a real treat and an excellent experience. Oh to sip a glass of chilled cava on the terrace as the sun goes down before such a creative and brilliant meal at the restaurant. I also love the tapas and local ingredients, it’s so easy to eat well here because the produce and seafood is so good. On another previous visit staying at a villa it was such a joy to visit the local market and come up with a simple dish of grilled fish with grilled red pepper salad, which was very much appreciated by my company. This was the first time I had an experience in a villa and it was very enjoyable. It doesn’t work for everyone I’m sure but for me it was really perfect, a nice slow pace of holiday and also cooking which is one of my passions (you light the BBQ and choose the wines, I will do the rest).

 

I love the sea and when I’m not eating everything in it, being on it works too. Mallorca is an ideal place for a day trip on a boat, sailing paddle board, or even just the lovely feeling of enjoying a lunch by the sea, with the sea breeze and beautiful views to compliment the food. I love the seafood! Juicy prawns and local lobster are on many of the menus, and of course Spanish people are so naturally warm and hospitable. Some times in the UK, or in London at least, it’s starting to feel like a lot of people are becoming increasingly cold and miserable, but in Spain I feel the zest for life in the culture, something I really enjoy as I am a warm blooded person myself. Some sunshine and being away from home is such a remedy for life’s stresses, and of course when travelling with a romantic partner, everything is better. When I used to have more time I would solo travel a lot, and I had some great experiences, but all my favourite memories are of course of travelling with a lover. I am a deeply romantic person, it’s part of my DNA. Romance for me is an erotic experience, it turns me on. I love to get dressed up for dinner, to have my thigh rubbed in the back of a taxi, to walk into our hotel room and see a gift on the table. A holiday as I’m sure you know is less than half of the magic, by which I mean you can be in the most beautiful place, at the best hotel, with perfect weather and everything you could want but if you are with the wrong person that slice of paradise can feel like hell. However this scenario with a lover who you have attraction, humour, and connection with is my favourite experience available on this earth. 

 

As an aside, it’s said in life that you attract the things you fear, so I want to make it very clear how ABSOLUTELY TERRIFIED I am of being taken to the Maldives. So afraid 🥲

 

Mallorca is also one of the few places where I’ve been to the same hotels a few times (I’m a real slut when it comes to travelling, I tend to like trying new places every time), however here there are a couple of adults only hotels in Canyamel which I adore and are exactly my style of super high quality but with no annoying people filming everything for TikTok). I have to go to adults only hotels because kids love me and no sooner have I sat down and reached for my Vogue magazine than someone’s 3 year old comes running at me with an iPad, and it’s goodbye Bond Girl, and hello free childcare. 30 minutes later I’ve been forced against my will to learn the Peppa Pig dance and the purpose of the holiday (me, you, adventures, blowjob on a balcony etc etc) is lost completely.

 

For a longer trip it’s also nice to attempt a hike (by hike I mean slightly challenging long walk), as the views of the island are spectacular and parts are very steep which makes for a good workout if you like that sort of thing (which I do). Spain is often overlooked as a luxury destination but two of my favourite places in Europe, Mallorca and Madrid, have both given me so many great memories and special experiences, this destination will always have a special place in my heart.

 

Why sex is better on holiday is one of those unanswerable questions like why does British Airways class itself as a premium airline when once they gave me (I kid you not) nothing but a bag of crisps and some nuts on a 6 hour flight. I’ve always said there’s a time and a place for a mouth full of nuts but this most certainly wasn’t it. 

 

I have 3 main theories as to why intimacy with a lover feels even better overseas:

 

  1. Because it’s not on a schedule. It can be quite stressful giving yourself a tiny window of time in which everything should happen. Longer trips allow for spontaneous desire. This is the most natural and exciting way to have an erotic experience.
  2. Because when you’re at home you can’t dial “0” on your phone and order an Aperol spritz immediately after. Of course the convenience and luxury of a hotel adds some to the pleasure and makes it feel more naughty.
  3. You’re happier. A sommelier I know says “never waste a good wine on a bad mood”. And I really agree with this. The reason he says this is because when you’re in a good mood, you get the most out of any good experience you have. So maybe in simply being relaxed and happy on holiday, intimacy feels better because you’re in the best mental and physical state to receive it.

 

I was supposed to be talking about Mallorca, anyway, I must be off… Here’s to our next adventure 🥂

 

Big kiss,

Billie ❤️

A Dinner Date, 3 Ways

Menu 1

For the Luxury Lover

 

My outfit: A chic cocktail dress or impeccably fitted trouser suit, tailored jumpsuit or another stylish and sophisticated outfit. I may run some ideas past you first. High heels and killer lingerie underneath are mandatory of course. Nice handbag, beautiful diamond jewellery, Hermes fragrance.

 

We shall eat: At one of the cities many quality fine dining restaurants. A gastronomic experience with charming company is the injection of glamour, luxury and lust you’ve been craving. Shall we go for the tasting menu? Then back to the hotel for some bubbles (and a hands on inspection of that killer lingerie).

 

Benefits: Have you ever had your **** ****** by a woman with lips perfectly painted in red Chanel lipstick? I think not! Some well deserved decadence: More is more! 🥂

 

Menu 2

For the Leisure Lover

 

My outfit: Impossibly tight jeans, a flirty top and heels, or perhaps a cosy knitted dress and knee high boots (underwear is very much optional), otherwise maybe my signature leather pants (such a threat to public health that they’ve been banned by the EU). Enjoy a moment of sensual escapism with flirtatious, feminine company.

 

We shall eat: At one of the cities many quality small plates restaurants. Maybe a busy tapas bar, a rustic and romantic little Italian, or trendy Japanese restaurant where I will send you a naughty photo from the bathroom then order a lychee martini and you will be a gentleman and let me eat the last piece of sashimi 😇

 

Benefits: Watching me wiggle through the restaurant in leather pants without grabbing my bum (I wouldn’t mind) is almost as frustrating as trying to get me out of them. Who doesn’t love a well packaged dessert?

 

 

Menu 3

For the Lounge Lover

 

My Outfit: A bath robe and nothing else. I arrived in nothing but a full length coat and heels so I thought I’d continue the trend. Perhaps some handcuffs if the mood takes us.

 

We shall eat: In the room, as we are having a lazy and luxurious day so can’t be bothered to venture outside. Our luxury nudist camp is a much more comfortable proposition. You mustn’t forget my order as it isn’t at all complicated (chicken Caesar salad although ideally with prawns instead, with the dressing on the side, olive oil, black pepper and chilli flakes if they’ve got them and also glass of rosé Champagne. And a fruit plate or chocolate fondant depending on how I feel so probably best to order both. Hope you can remember all that 😂)

 

Benefits: A bubble bath is the perfect way to unwind whilst we wait for our food to arrive. I’m very good at massages – how about you? We’ve decided to watch a film together but of course you’ve fallen asleep shortly after the opening scene. It’s a good job I’m a morning person: a sleepover then breakfast in bed? Why not!

Life Lately

(From top left): Touchdown in Tuscany; Outfit du Jour; Favourite salad to make at home: Bresaola, tomatoes, aged parmesan, oregano; Treats from Chanel, Dinner Noma, Copenhagen; Wish list treat 😍; Skiing in Norway (managed 2 black slopes, somehow!); Trying out a new grip with my 8 iron; 24hrs, 5 pairs of shoes – I don’t make the rules 😇; Think Pink; Touchdown in Lisbon; Dinner at my favourite Mayfair pub.

Memories of Siena (1st Draft)

A poem I wrote on a recent (and first) visit to Siena. Such a special place.

Cypress trees dark and daggerish slice 
Through blueish skies like
Sails through sea.
 
Olives dangle lazily from silver trees 
Blessed by heaven, fed by earth.
 
Honeysuckle lines the streets
The goodness of a million suns
 
On the heaving breast of Tuscan hills
Birds chuckle
Grasses wave
And 
Pruned roses pout their
Fat pink lips.
 
Vines assemble in battalions
Their fruit will fall to Man someday.
 
Jaded cedars
Hang high and
Stretch in surrender like the arms of Christ
Under these, the quiet calm
Of moss, fig, and geranium.
 
Clouds congregate and mourn onto the earth
Like ghosts of lost children.
Tears
Fall on wild flowers
With simple faces and
Sophisticated scents.
 
Boundaryless and bountiful:
The hills of sweet Siena.
Red poppies swing on grassy plains
The fire and flag of Italy.
 
– BF