It sounds like a lot of effort to
me, Miranda. Can’t we just coast?
“Haha!” She laughs in her poised, ladylike way. Then, keeping an eye out for waiters, she says, “Here, this will sort you out,” and produces a homemade protein shake from her personalized Louis Vuitton handbag. “Almond milk, prunes, papaya and some other stuff.”
Kerr was like this the last time
we met, almost two years ago – she sat me down and gave me soup, juice and tea. I assumed it was because we were in her house in Malibu and she was just being a warm host, but this time we’re in a hotel and she’s at it again. The shake is just the start; now she’s pouring sachets of a brown cocoa-
looking powder into water and presenting me with the muddy,
silty mixture that tastes of blueberries. Quite nice, actually.
“That’s noni, a skinfood supplement. It’s a superfood,” explains Kerr. “It’s got 100 vitamins and minerals. I’ve been drinking it since I was 13. You can make noninis, too.”
What, like little ones?
“No, silly! With champagne.”