My present abode is one of the great deco houses left intact in the Bagel

New York

  What follows will bore the pants off you, but at least it beats another piece on Brexit. Perhaps some of you are interested in old Bagel buildings, as I am, but if Boris doesn’t make a deal with Nigel and the vote is split, I will never forgive those responsible for easing an old Marxist fool into 10 Downing Street. Boris, Nigel, I love you both, call each other. Thank you, Taki. So, about those buildings. The prewar aesthetic of the Bagel’s storied past was one of grandeur, beauty and power. The buildings still stand out as a bygone romance with elegance, as opposed to the ugly cutting-edge of Jean Nouvel and Frank Gehry’s modern monstrosities. A recent coffee-table book about how the upper classes lived back when there was still something called class lists some of these edifices, my present abode having made the cut: 998 Fifth Avenue, 720, 740, and 778 Park included.