With its all-black interior, celebrity clientele and world-renowned trainers, Kensington's Acero Gym feels more like the after-hours of a nightclub. Michael Clarke squats in a corner while an influencer performs weighted hipthrusts under the watchful gaze of a trainer. The place should smell of sweat and discipline, of sacrifice in the face of personal development. Instead, there's only the pungent aroma of olive oil emanating from the rigs of two blokes, their tanned skin now glistening like a rotisserie chicken. As JACK STEELE and MATT FORD of THE INSPIRED UNEMPLOYED hold shirts aloft to receive a final spritz of cooking spray to the torso, a crowd of gym members has already formed around them.
Freshly pumped arms extended, they're all trying to get the shot. The only problem is, through the laughter no one can keep their phone-wielding hand steady.
“Don't act like you don't know what you're doing – you do this every day,” Ford heckles from behind the camera, watching as Steele playfully mimics the kind of bodybuilding poses that would make Arnold Schwarzenegger blush. He puffs out the belly and curls his biceps as his face contorts in mock exhaustion. There's the back-to-camera flex and a swivel of the head over the shoulder as he delivers a pout and fixes the camera with a
