Academic positions

  • Affiliation with the LJLL at Sorbonne Université supported by the FSMP. Paris, Mar 2026 - present.

Education

  • PhD Mathematics of Information CCIMI, DPMMS, University of Cambridge, with Clément Mouhot, Oct 2021 - Apr 2025.

  • MSc Mathematical Sciences, Mathematical Institute, University of Oxford, Oct 2020 - Jun 2021.

  • BSc Computational Science and Engineering, D-MATH, ETH Zurich, Sep 2017 - Sep 2020.

Research Visits

  • Invited by László Székelyhidi and Annalaura Rebucci, Max Planck Institute, Leipzig, Aug 2024 & Jan 2025.

  • Invited by Cyril Imbert, ENS Rue d’Ulm, Paris, Sep - Oct 2023 & Sep - Dec 2024.

  • Invited by Maria Gualdani and William Golding, University of Texas at Austin, Aug 2022 & Jun 2023.

Organisation of Scientific Events

Workshops and Conferences

Seminars

Miscellaneous

  • “Rotten, rotten old world,” broke out Eleanor suddenly, “and the wretchedest thing of all is me—oh, why am I a girl? Why am I not a stupid—? Look at you; you’re stupider than I am, not much, but some, and you can lope about and get bored and then lope somewhere else, and you can play around with girls without being involved in meshes of sentiment, and you can do anything and be justified—and here am I with the brains to do everything, yet tied to the sinking ship of future matrimony. If I were born a hundred years from now, well and good, but now what’s in store for me—I have to marry, that goes without saying. Who? I’m too bright for most men, and yet I have to descend to their level and let them patronize my intellect in order to get their attention. Every year that I don’t marry I’ve got less chance for a first-class man. At the best I can have my choice from one or two cities and, of course, I have to marry into a dinner-coat.”

    “Listen,” she leaned close again, “I like clever men and good-looking men, and, of course, no one cares more for personality than I do. Oh, just one person in fifty has any glimmer of what sex is. I’m hipped on Freud and all that, but it’s rotten that every bit of real love in the world is ninety-nine per cent passion and one little soupcon of jealousy.” She finished as suddenly as she began.

    - This Side of Paradise. 1920.