Steve: Though not as gorgeously tropical as her sister, this sofa definitely belongs to the same family. In a startling show of irreverence to form, these wilting billows of puffy floral fabric most resemble a tin of cake batter, caught in the process of rising to golden-baked goodness. As it stands, the cake is little more than half-baked, and not ready for consumption.
However, I’m placing an order for seven of those cute little raccoon statuettes.
David: Try as I might, I can’t stop obsessing on that pile of fabric (or is it baby clothing) on the right top edge of the “couch.” (That is a couch isn’t it and not a left over corpuscle prop from the 1969 Raquel Welch sci-fi classic Fantastic Voyage?) But that pile of patterned material. Why? Why? Why?
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This is the perfect back drop “camo” for white trash! That’s all I got.
This is the second time I’ve looked at this photo. And here it comes again, a strange existential nausea. It is caused by the floral wallpaper behind the floral sofa. The two patterns don’t really fight each other, thank heavens the sofa is muted and not a bright primary color, but the two together make the Abyss of Nothingness yawn at my feet. Thank Camus, there is an attractive Daddy to take me in his arms and reassure me everything will be alright if I blow him silly.
Honestly, sir. Socks? BLACK socks? Whilst nude? What, were you afraid that we’d see your feet and be offended by them?
*pfft* Off with you.
At least he is environmentally conscious. Notice the reusable, tasteful brown shopping tote he got for his $5.00 contribution to the “National Colorblind Association”
As before, I can’t possibly believe that THAT DUDE is responsible for that explosion of chintz. He has to be staying with family somewhere in the hinterlands, as witness the little stack of bedding draped on the upper corner of that big, beige nightmare.
What I’m busy loving is the tiny statuette (puppy? pussy?) on the plastic shelf just over his head. After all, what good would all that bargain-basement floral be without a little touch of kitsch? The imperfection that makes it all perfect.
BTW, there’s no way that lamp up on the shelf sheds more usable light than a firefly. Which, in this case, is actually a good thing.
I agree with Jimbo. Our subject is not the perpetrator. He’s merely an accomplice with severe color-blindness. An innocent.
Then again, the socks must not be ignored. Maybe they were brought home just that day, in that overly femme shopping “drag bag”. He’s modeling them! For his………granny?
God, who knows?
There is something about the way the wallpaper and the couch clash. Is this some deeply ironic post-modern decor? Or just a mind-numbingly terrifying display of personal taste?
Styling tips from Flint Michigan:
Don’t sell the shirt off your back for expensive slip covers from IKEA, just head on down to your nearest dry cleaner and lay claim to any old throw-back comforter that has been lying around for more than 30 days! Apply, and Wa La! Keep your prized furniture clean with something someone else wouldn’t pay $6.95 to get back from the wash.
My experts in Kentucky (my ancestral home) tell me that the fabric swatches are probably quilting squares.
So, it’s not entirely beyond possibility that Daddy-O is planning on making his next atrocity himself!
Jeff, I’m a quilter and I don’t think so. The dark fabric on top of the stack looks like a pillowcase. Hey, maybe Daddy is saving up fabic items that are sentimental to him, to cut up for a “memory quilt”. (Sudder) Using bed linens for a “memory quilt, that’s just twisted and wrong.
I meant (Shudder). Sorry for the typo.
that kitty thing above the couch is disturbing.
This is classic Lurid Digs in it’s “WTF? Where is the effort at attracting a mate? Black socks and dingey serial-killer decor? WTF?”-ness.
heh@wine&cheese. Mother is probably in the basement.
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Europe or Michigan? Please tell me this is his mother’s house. With the baby pink & Blue quilting sqaures or cum rags…you decide. And the lil ceramic animal & lamp on the glass curio shelf. I hope he has cialis in his shopping bag.
Honey, would someone please help “Gan” buy a clue?
Hey, what’s in that big brown bag? Your fashion sense? Thought so….
I disagree with those who say this can’t be the model’s home. Even if he didn’t design it (but simply accepted it as is), he has become perfectly at home there. He’s so comfortable in those swirls of soft vomit that I hardly want to disturb him by joining the chorus that pleads, “This is SO wrong!” It’s possible that he is not just color blind but legally blind. That would explain a few confounding details:
1. The lack of a light source other than whatever lighting is next to the camera (seems too soft to be a flash). Generally under-lighting is saved for Bela Lugosi films, and it makes me wonder if after the photo was taken, did the room return to pitch black?
2. The odd metalic blue poster in the upper left hand corner which seems to be just yet another floral pattern, as it the people who put it there had run out of the original wallpaper and used this to patch a hole or stain.
3. His choice of the most comfortable couch possible with no regards to aesthetics.
4. The fact that he does seem comfortable, which if he could see beyond his nose, he wouldn’t.
rear_window:
That was a hilarious entry. Thanks for the smiles.
I’d almost be willing to go with the blindness theory except that he is wearing a watch. Granted, they make watches for the visually impaired, but they are pricey. Sharper Image pricey. (Poor company, belly up, you know!)
But I digress. His eyes are clearly focused on the camera; something else not typical for the visually impaired.
Maybe he’s an apparition and the room makes complete sense in some other context.
I don’t even want to imagine the horrors that fluffy, puke-inducing print is hiding if the comforter spread and tucked around the sofa seems like a better alternative.
Tex? Where are you?
Oh, I just happened upon this site and I must say, this interior is FABU!!! This is a true sixties display that one would find in House and Gardens.
Here we see that much detail has been spent on conveying a post-modern impressionistic style with hints of Rococo and Belle Epoch. What better backdrop for this young(?) man graying at the temples. Definitely this was taken in to consideration in choosing the sofas fabric.
The plushy sofa is like folds of flesh, inviting the viewer to take part and linger within this Elysian field, forgetting all contrived senses. Futher, One can imagine being part of this cacophonic salon, smoking opium with the likes of Alice B. Toklas or Blanche Dubois, among others.
The small embellishments (chachkas) behind him and floral patterned wallpaper, round off this room. It is the perfect frame for him and is an exquisite play on a romantic theme - at its best! The only thing we are missing is hearing the likes of a Beethoven piano sonata.
I would love seeing this room being exhibited at a museum as a memoriam to a life gone by and unpretentiousness. It is an exercise, a tome, of divine taste that lacks any sense of superficiality. One word…ABSOFABU!
Reaching for the eye bleach….and retching!
Not a sofa…futon. I’m guessing this is the “TV room.”
I’m pretty sure that’s not wallpaper. It’s contact paper. The house my parents bought when I was a teenager had kitchen cabinets lined with that exact pattern.
Next?
I think I have to disagree with some of you. Take the wallpaper. This is a real classic. Art in wallpaper form. Art, as such, it does not have to ‘go’ with the furnishings. It stands alone.
The blue throw on the couch, albeit small, picks up the blue in the poster.
The little creature in the shadow box is an element of whimsy. I felt humor running up my ankle when I saw it. And, of course, the designer made certain the whimsy was organic.
That brownish square, I’ll have to admit is an unknown. All I can think is that it is a heating pad with electric cord draped over it. I know, big lusty me, always thinking of ways to heat up the scene with that nature boy on the couch. Grrrrr.
That isn’t a kitten. Its a precious baby tiger.
Any man that would post his image wearing a fur coat and black socks would certainly feel more than comfortable in a sanitarium where they bring the outdoors “in” with a BRITE floral paper. (The Winters are so awfully long in Ann Arbor.)
The brown bag? Well where else would you keep your Hancock’s remanent trick towels?
Pretty is as pretty does.
I think there must be cat pee all over the couch underneath the quilt(?) curtain(?) really thin futon(?) Whatever it is, I’ve seen many similar quilts/curtain/futon-and-cat-pee covered couches in my travels through the trailers of Oklahoma. Well, you want people to have a place to sit…just being polite.
does anybody else think he looks like ted turner? am i high?
I kind you not, when my parents built their “then new” home in 1975, my mother had the fortunate sense and wisedom to decorate the bathroom and separate toilet with this very same wallpaper. Many years of using these roooms on a daily basis, the design is etched in my mind, it’s definately the same wallpaper. I can still recall the intricate floral details and the slight little flaw in design on one of the petals (that always bugged me). If anyone is interested, I think she bought in at Treloars Hardware in Tamworth, Australia, sadly Mum has no spare leftover rolls(she was very thrifty and purchased only the required quantity).
What a loosers you are all !
well…everybody’s talking about the tapestry…but who cares? it’s the kind of man i’d like to suck his cock, honestly. i like a bit of trash.