In advance of a show of his drawings at New York’s Pace Gallery, the polymathic performer answered T’s Artist’s Questionnaire.

Perhaps it’s the oversize teacuplike chairs at the cozy bar, or the lights twinkling off the 18-karat gold-leaf ceiling vault and gold floor tiles, or the glimpse of the golden skulls lining the walls in the back room of the lounge.

The X-Men films have made an explicit connection between the mutants’ powers and pubescent self-discovery, but perhaps it’s necessary to address the last few movies’ psychosexual subtext.

I'm going to do my business in the toilet.