
David: When the government of France decided to build a newfangled version of Versailles, (for the new Millennium don’t you know), they called upon interior decorator Phillipe Kikisse — who prefers to work only in the nude. Here we see Mr. Kikisse sitting in a guest room of the newly designed palace, displaying both of his latest wax jobs — the pine floor’s and the aftereffects of that amazing Australian depilatory Nads. Why he’s had Frankensteinian bolts permanently imbedded in his neck remains a mystery that only Jean-Paul Gaultier can explain.
John: Oh, please stop. Are you living inside a wedgewood cup? This queen is too house proud. He doesn’t even think he needs to show off an erection to get a date. Cause those floral “oils” are working overtime, thank you.
Richard: “And here’s our last stop, ladies and gentlemen, the Haunted Hallway of Hedda Hopper. Every night at midnight, if you stand here quietly, you can hear her as she files her nails for the very last time. Chilling, isn’t it? … So, thanks for joining us for Naked Tours of American Homes, which is made possible by contributions to local PBS stations by viewers like you. I’m Corey Feldman. Thank you.”
this guy reminds me of so many people throughout my life who would also have been so impressed with this 1967 ramada inn luxury.he even looks like them(they always seemed to have that same look).i really loved some of them but i’ve always hated that look both in people and interiors and when people are impressed by it,you can’t tell ‘em nothin’…………..ish!!!!
The ceiling height is the giveaway. No one should have a chandelier with a ceiling height of less than 12″.
OK. We have all seen that cheap attempt to “suggest” wood-paneled walls using some cheap moulding from Home Depot on every bad home improvement show. Also, the color chosen reminds me of “ooopppps paint” from the same shows. Damn that’s bad shit.
The wood trim on the walls is not to “suggest wood”, it’s just the look they are going for. It’s usually done on plaster walls.
The chandelier is at the top of a fancy staircase, that is just begging for JOAN CRAWFORD to descend.