The Met couldn’t have anticipated that Trump’s taste, as it turned out, was decidedly and irretrievably gilded. His baroque triplex in Trump Tower wound up festooned in gold leaf and featured gold linoleum on the kitchen floor. One of his hotel ballrooms offered gold Mylar tablecloths. Another hotel was sheathed in gold-tinted glass. His name was painted in gold on his jet and memorialized in pharaonic gold letters on other properties. Mar-a-Lago and his casinos were bathed in gold. An airline he ran into the ground had gold-plated bathroom fixtures. His Las Vegas hotel looked like a giant stack of gold. He wrote a book titled Midas Touch and hosted a game show called Gold Rush. He mused about backing the US dollar with gold reserves. His favorite Bond villain was Goldfinger.