The world of the Roys is one with which I am quite familiar. Is it a thinly veiled biopic about the Murdochs, the Redstones, or the Arnaults? At this point, who knows? It could be an amalgam of all three or something else entirely. The show, which begins its fourth season on March 26, points a lens at this era’s favorite obsessions: money, power, dysfunction. It’s no big mystery why Succession resonates right now. Comprising Steinway Hall (a 1925 landmark by Warren and Wetmore) and a 1,428-foot tapered tower by Shop Architects-all with bespoke interiors by Studio Sofield-it houses 60 residences and a suite of amenities that includes a swimming pool, a spa, and a private dining.

Cox proceeds to dive into subjects without reserve: his childhood, his stage and film career, his newfound fame as the star of one of the most beloved dramas on television, and, somewhat unexpectedly, the state of income and wealth inequality in the world today.ġ11 West 57th Street is the rare work of New York architecture that marries old and new. Ansari brings tea for me (PG Tips) and coffee for her husband. Cox apologizes for the mess and takes a seat on a small couch, while I sit on a stuffed wingback chair nearby.Īs soon as we begin to talk, it becomes clear that an invitation into Cox’s inner sanctum has both physical and metaphorical meaning. It’s the opposite of a well-tended garden, but you could spend hours here sorting through treasures. Books are strewn about, including copies of his 2021 memoir, Putting the Rabbit in the Hat. A table is covered, in a most scatterbrained way, with pills, mints, and other objects. There’s a black-and-white photograph, circa 1954, of his father and mother behind the counter of the family’s provisions shop in Dundee, Scotland, and another of his father sitting on Brian’s tricycle while Brian, a toddler, stands nearby. It is filled with an amazing assortment of items collected over a long life, well lived. The silence breaks and Cox whisks me with apologies up to the second floor and into a small bedroom, which seems to double as his private study.

I realize that I haven’t a clue whether the real Brian Cox is anything like the character he plays on Succession. On the show Logan Roy tells people to fuck off with such regularity that now, when Cox walks the streets of New York, people regularly beg him to tell them to fuck off. Has Cox, perhaps, forgotten about my visit? It goes quiet, and suddenly it’s not at all clear what will happen.

1979 Mercedes-Benz 450 SEL courtesy Mercedes-Benz Classic, Long Beach, CA.

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