A thought experiment to follow.

Now think. You’ve seen all the catastrophe movies. They’ve destroyed the Golden Gate Bridge a dozen times over, the Brooklyn Bridge, the Empire State Building, Times Square, L.A.’s Capitol Records Building, most of Chicago, and, well, almost every significant architectural and engineering landmark.

But never the Chrysler Building. We all know that’s off limits somehow. Why?

Art Deco. It was always the coolest of the cool. We never got close again. Art Deco was both huge and miniature. We all can have a piece of it. We do here in our little household.

What was it? Design. And attitude.

The best of times and the best of times.

There was sculpture. Scandalous sculpture.

And scandalous paintings. Because women weren’t empowered back then. Much.

Never any Lesbians in the old days. Oh. yes there were. They just had class.

Her name was Lempicka. Just imagine a Madonna with talent.

There was no Art Deco Music. Unless you count this ode to the Chrysler Building.

Come to think of it, there was Art Deco music. I think they called it jazz. Back when nobody ever thought black people had any talent.

There was Art Deco writing.

And Art Deco cars.

Income inequality. Esthetic inequality.

And more Art Deco cars.

And Art Deco women.

And Art Deco bric a brac.

Which we can still have today, just to help us remember a time when America wasn’t wearing its jeans at or below crotch level.

Life is always urgently straight up and more about stacking than shagging.

Oh well. See ya.