Honestly, this book came across as a paean to annoying moneyed people. Leaving that out of my review, all I can say is that this is a good example of old-fashioned, very cluttered design with a bent on collecting objects from the third world. The interiors should remind you of your distant aunt nobody liked, who had all that money from her shady third husband, who your mom was pretty sure was shagging the ethnically mysterious pool boy. Filled with objects she didn't even understand, that enforced her fight to feel superior in a world where the unknown fed her insecurities of strangers, and having filled the room, always managed to squeeze in a few more things to the point where you couldn't move for tripping over a Portuguese eel net or a African fertility symbol so hideous you were pretty sure that upon viewing, sperm would be too frightened to continue their fateful swim, to the Japanese device made of chrome and glass, the intended use of which would haunt the dreams of any normal person who didn't share the designers unhealthy fixations.Then, if a dirty rainbow also threw up over the rest of the room, you could find the inspiration for your house in the pages of this book.