He was the greatest designer that ever lived, I think. He would never design anything. I never saw him pick up a pen and draw something and say, “What do you think of this?” Instead, he’d say, “Let’s talk about the food. Let’s talk about what the restaurants were like. Let’s talk about the sound on the street. Let’s talk about…” So Cabaret, for one, was a black box with selective bits of scenery and one huge surprise. I looked at the model for the first time, and there was this waffled, wobbly, funhouse mirror angled at the audience. They came in and sat down, they could see this distorted view of themselves, and it’s like saying, “That’s your metaphor, folks!” Sort of like the factory in Sweeney.