Okay, I have no idea why these two are sporting such such smug grins as they offer up their strange, colorless… um… foods?
But the next room over is where the real fun happens. There are so many great things about this room that it took the photographer three photos to capture everything. There’s the giant Union Jack rug…
…and the not-at-all-creepy framed Woody Allen poster…
…and of course we can’t forget the special encased Wonka Bar.
That is a pretty keen spider lamp though.
Why does this house remind me of something you’d find in a remake of A Clockwork Orange?!
See, the retro pictures of the couple with the home-canned foods – representing traditional comfort, security, plenty, etc. – are being displayed facing away from each other in an otherwise bare room… a post-modern statement of loss and alienation further accentuated by the bubble chair, which, hanging in the vacant space between the two images, is itself representational of the owner’s empty and isolated childhood.
One suspects the amounts paid over to the owner’s therapist have far exceeded the value of this property…
@anodean: So… you were a psych major? Or maybe English lit? You manage to pack a whole lot of observation into a minimal amount of text. I could have used you as a writer whenever I had to make a presentation in architecture school.
I really like the exterior setting… the courtyard with fountain, the little yard, the pseudo adobe style. The interiors are strangely appealing as well. There doesn’t seem to be an identifiable decor style (not that I’m familiar with, anyway) and yet it seems to hang together pretty well. The place seems like the physical manifestation of a well-defined, independent personality that is creative while remaining tasteful, not quite flamboyant but with a flair for the dramatic at an understated level. Unless that’s actually some latent inhibition rearing its ugly head.
Anodean, I see your observational psychology and raise you a promotional interior design pamphlet. :P
@Emerald63: I blame the Woody Allen poster for setting me off.
It’s not my fault that my imagination long ago learned to chew through the restraints to pursue its insatiable taste for satire.
@anodean: Was the the poster in pics 26 and 29? I’m not familiar with it and it’s too small to make out. Care to share?
I’m all in with notion that a satire addiction will trump just about any other card combo you care to name. I sure woulda loved to have met Jonathon Swift or Votaire in person…
@Emerald63: The poster is in the pictures above, the third one down, hanging in the spider lamp room. :D
I couldn’t really bring myself to click through. Satirical excess aside, that is one unhappy space…
@anodean: DER!!! ‘Kay, I feel stupid. But in my defense, that particular photo doesn’t show up in the ones at the listing site. Not sure where Marty found it, as it’s obviously the same house. Also, I have to admit I’ve never seen Annie Hall. I can only assume it’s a classic of Allen Angst, which is enough to make anyone depressed.
Looking through all of them again, I can see that the interiors look a bit remote, a bit cold. But at least they have some sort of style. I’m not sure I’d want to hang out with the folks who decorated it, but I’ll take just about anything over the lifeless, nondescript, snoozapaloozas we often see.
And is it just me, or does the “spider lamp” remind anyone else of the evil guy in one of the Spiderman movies? The one where the guy turns into an actual spider-like thing, albeit a mechanical one, as opposed to Spiderman’s pseudo-not-really-but-it’s-a-neat-theme sorta spidery persona?