David: There are two alternate realities colliding here. To the left we have the model’s “old” world. The apex being the teddy bear shrine (representing infancy), bookended by various colognes (the adolescent teenage years). And I bet there’s one of those wooden “keys and loose change” catching devices up there, too — indicating adulthood. All of this is punctuated by what seems to be an antique etching of a downtown cityscape, I like that.

On the right is modern world accoutrements, complete with that New Agey Wyland whales in the ocean print (puke!). I also can’t deal with the dresser, nor the carelessness indicated by the shabby computer chair. I’ve also never understood men who wear jewelry — nor would I date them. Though I do love big beefy thighs like this, because usually the ass that accompanies them is very thick, globular and meaty, supplying a wide, solid expanse for gripping while performing fellatio. I’ll stop now.

Heather: This is straight out of an early Russ Meyer film, I swear to god. The headless erection comes to attack whoever the poor soul is that lives in this sad little dump. It really has to hurt standing that close to the light fixture.

Richard: Hey, what’s going on here? That bureau doesn’t even come up to this guy’s balls. The perspective’s all wrong. Maybe this one of those Ripley’s-Believe-It-or-Not rooms where the things up front look really big and those at the back look tiny. Or maybe Goliath is just so tall his image can’t be captured in one frame.

John: The dick, we are happy to note, is pointed toward Mecca. The powerful body set powerfully in the forefront, dwarfing the touching little bedroom, is everyone’s fantasy of fucking the Colossus of Rhodes — if everyone were gay, of course.