Someone did this on purpose?
I realize that taste is subjective. I understand that we all have our own design aesthetic. We like what we like and hate what we hate.
There is a flip side to everything. I know we all like to think we’re living on the Side A of life but come on. Without a little side of B, things would be pretty boring…and kind of lopsided.
Today, I’d like to introduce you to a dramatic representation of the bad side of good. I call this Side B(utt) Ugly.
Take a look at this photograph. A really close look. Now, describe for me what you think the designer was thinking when they came up with this concept.
Without using the words: puke, gross, grandma, blind, child labor or PETA.
What are the odds the owner didn’t use a designer but decided — all on their own — to save a few bucks and hire themselves. It’s easy to take all your favorite things, paint some of them white and put them in the same room and…voila! A visual representation of insanity.
The only thing of beauty in this photo is the tulip arrangement. You can’t fuck up tulips…unless you put them in a vase that looks like some Victorian lady’s ass without a girdle.
I’m sure everything in this room was expensive. That rug alone runs about $2,000. Cha-ching! When they say money can’t buy happiness, they mean it. I’d be crying every time I opened the front door.
HGTV on steroids. I think this might be a ‘Ladies Lounge’ in some ritzy hotel restaurant. Don’t you see the maid in the mirror holding out her tiny hand for a big tip, I mean she does give you a fresh towel.
Don’t you mean old ladies lounge?
Sorry. That was bad of me. I know a few old ladies that would light this room on fire. Not a lot but a few.
How old is old? I’m bringing a torch.
Your sense of humor is smoking!
I guess I’m a gaudy gay guy because I kinda love the arrangement. Not that I love the look or the colors, but it does all go together. I’m not in love with the zebra print, but it matches the vase.
Yep, gaudy gay guy! It does all go together…by the side of the curb.
The white tulips are indeed, elegant.
However, I do understand the aesthetic, although it’s not to my taste. It’s a bit antiseptic for my home. And mine is probably too homey for theirs.
Speaking of, I LIKE your new wallpaper! Quite a bit…
Flowers…nature’s jewelry.
I like the new wallpaper, too. Thanks.
Rooms like depicted in your post are the inevitable result of so much lifestyle pron on TV. We’ve been hypnotized into thinking every space in our life has to make some kind of bold statement. Me? I like walls painted white, an occasional picture (paintings by my wife, photography by my uncle) and functional furniture. And lots of cat toys. Everything in my house is eclectic and non-matching since it was all obtained piecemeal. I could never afford “designing” it all at the same time on purpose. Even if I had the money, it would never go towards something like that. Looking at that photo makes me feel about the same as when I see trucks that have been lifted with giant tires where someone obviously put every penny they’ve ever made into their vehicle. Meh.
Insanity? Living in that room would no doubt take you there. At least there would be a Victorian lady’s ass to play with.
No doubt about it…this room is just wrong. In fact, with all the design shows and magazines there’s no excuse for this kind of visual disturbance. Matching wall fabric to seat fabric…yikes!
This is fricken awesomeness at its worst. Shabby Chic? Ummm hell to the goddam no.
The only thing missing is a nude self-portrait.
I’m having a visual…and it’s not good. Thanks for that!
Yow! The creepiest thing might be the owl trash basket. Or the spotless giraffe.
Is it a trash basket or a place for umbrellas??? Pink umbrellas…to match the fabric on the walls and bench.
It kind of reminds me of set dressing from Clockwork Orange. But in a sad, unironic way.
How gleefully ironic of you to point that out. -)
I think this is what the inside of my head looks like when I get a migrane.
Then you need to up your pain meds and cancel that subscription to “My Home is My Sanctuary. (Visiting hours from 6pm to 8pm. No belts or shoelaces allowed.)”
So, I’m looking for something loud, yet sterile and unwelcoming…
You forgot to say, “and in my signature color…putrid pink.”
God, I HATE fancy rooms. I am all stressed out now looking at the uncomfortable chair and stupid giraffe.
Exactly the feeling the decorator was going for I’m sure.
I have been in decorated and shiny houses that are very similar. I just wander around inside of them being miserable and having no where to sit down with my cup of coffee.
This room could benefit from having many cups of coffee put down…all over…on the walls, on the furniture…it would be an improvement.