‘Billionaire” is in town. He’s here for Wimbledon and to rattle some cages. On his previous visit, as we lunched together, he declared, “London is over.” He offers such statements as definitive rather than with a Carrie Bradshaw-style question mark. I countered by citing the joys of the city — the culture, the parks, the comparative safety — but had to concede imperfections.
To quote The Devil Wears Prada, he gave me the Meryl Streep-as-Miranda Priestly response (when she’s interviewing Anne Hathaway-as-Andy): “And before today you’d never heard of me?” Streep asks.
“No.”
“And you have no style or sense of fashion.”
“Well, I think that depends on …”
“No, no. That wasn’t a question.”
Like Miranda Priestly, Billionaire doesn’t question. He moved to the
