Recent history is littered with the bodies of lesser men who’ve tried and failed to wear the mantle of Mr. Taylor Swift. But they weren’t Calvin Harris, the 31-year-old platinum dance-floor don who somehow finds the time to squire Swift while maintaining his status as the top-earning DJ on the planet ($66 million last year alone, according to Forbes) and one of the industry’s most sought-after producers.
Perhaps it was his singular talent that drew her in—the live gigs and collaborations with the likes of Rihanna and Florence Welch. Or maybe Taylor just noticed what everyone else did when his impressively bulge-y Emporio Armani underwear campaign ignited the Internet earlier this year: Stealthily, the once-unassuming Harris had gone and gotten jacked. Not surprisingly, the process—especially on the road—involved a lot of self-discipline and egg-white omelets.
“As long as you don’t drink, you eat well, sleep enough, and keep one of those little ab rollers with you everywhere,” he once said, “you’ll be good.”