Eddie Phillips - tanned, fit and rich - cuts a swathe in the oh-so appropriate environs of Vong, that arriviste little restaurant at the Mandarin. The man who brought aerobics to Asia is lithe of physique and full of pretty vanities: well-hewn shoulders thrown back for definition, chest thrust forward to display the washboard beneath.
He sports sunglasses (this is just so Vong it hurts), although the April sun glinting off the harbour shies away from the ethnic chic gold-brushed restaurant interiors.
Vong, like the Phillip Wain chain of gyms which Mr Phillips co-founded 21 years ago, is marvellously impervious to recession. The restaurant buzzes to a ting of metal on scrupulously matt plates, and glasses are raised in toast. There is laughter and beauty and wealth with no scruples, and it is hard not to be carried along on the tide of general merriment.
Particularly when one's guest is so relentlessly tanned, fit and rich himself. And Mr Phillips, like Vong, flaunts it shamelessly.
He has made some smart moves. As he spoons crunchy peanut sauce on to his rice cracker, he launches into some of these: canny in business, having made a success of his gyms and selling out his Hong Kong property interests on the eve of the latest crash.
He is the kind of man most women would love to have around, at least on Sundays, being one of those modern sorts who professes to enjoy changing nappies and loves being out and about with the kids.