I’m a little bit dazzled by Jonathan Adler. He’s so damn talented it’s hard to get your head around. And yet here we are, chatting on the phone. He’s in Florida, where the sun is perpetually shining.

Or maybe, like me, you think tastes are simply evolving. The Samba fever that pervaded the early 2020s may have worn off a while ago – and even become, dare I say it, cheugy – but there are certain ...