
John: The decor speaks to us of finer things and Quiet Good Taste and the Merv Griffin Suite at the Bellagio. The model is untouched by all this tamping down of artistic expression and is pretty fantastic on his own, being the only thing in this done room of unimpeachable beauty. My Prediction: This genre of people photographing themselves in the mirror, with the digital camera in the picture, will be collected someday as an artifact of sappier antique times.
Heather: I can’t even look at this picture for more than a couple of seconds without realizing that there is clearly more than one reason I have never moved into one of those cookie cutter apartment complexes. I give thanks that I have been spared such a fate.
Richard: If I squint really hard — and I’m trying to — this photo melts into an inoffensive beige blob. When I focus, it’s worse. The ting-ting in the Pier One vase, the Wal-Mart sofa table, and the white-enamel furniture are bad enough, but why-oh-why did the owner have to go the extra step and place that A&F mannequin in the middle of the goddamn living room?
David: This redefines the word “artifice.” And frighteningly, the interior matches exactly the exterior — (of the model). The only pittance of realness is the poor little kitchen plant struggling to radiate its green hues into the blanched and barren beige of the domain. I bet this guy’s mom was a wannabe executive with nouveau riche taste who struggled hard just to keep the Town And Country subscription renewed each year. File this under “Sins of the Mother.”
This guy was on Manhunt for a long time and it was his apartment that turned me off from connecting up. Thanks for highlighting why I was so freaked out!!!!
Due to his excesses a the gymnasium, it is entirely likely that MrPinkTowel couldn’t find the time to redecorate his apartment since the 1990s. The pedestal, to which he will ascend when his body fat ratio drops below 5, is eagerly waiting for him in the corner and the oyster shell candy dish on the glass coffee table (who has time for adopted Malawi orphans running around smearing the white plasterboard walls and splitting open their heads on the razor sharp edges of the coffee table, when you have to look this fabulous)is empty. No drugs left to take unfortuantley, probably why there is a suspicious lack of anything behind that towel.
If this is a self-pic with a digital camera, where the hell is the mirror hanging?
banal and depressing…that room doesn’t do much for me either.
i think it looks like the memphis period knockoff movement took a shit in the desert and it sun bleached… oh i feel so very very euro mart peaceful and formica laminate does wipe clean so easy… bet he’s gonna return the coffee maker by the “foyer” because it dosen’t come in the right shade of “flesh” or “bone”. …oh so pretty…i’m so pretty……sex god
He kinda looks stuck in the 80s here…in which case he gets a design score of less than zero.
And speaking of the unseen mirror, just how big is it? For us to be able to see the model as well the whole bland, yet spacious room, is there an entire mirrored wall to this apartment? This isn’t the bedroom (I don’t think that pink chaise is for sleeping) so it can’t be a sliding closet door. And I just had a very scary thought: maybe that camera in his hand is NOT the one that actually took this picture. Mom, you’d better have your eyes closed!
I think they based the movie “American Psycho” on this guy…
You guys/gals are haters, this guy is hot as shit. His place looks really clean, have you guys posted pics of your places?