It looks like a fun pad but I wouldn't drip about it like that broad at the end. I get the feeling that woman is a permanent part of the door, narrating the 'extraordinary' day to day lives of the family...
I sell to designers. I've worked with them for...oh...25+ years. I cannot even listen to the first 30 seconds of her speaking. It's that voice. That...singsong about "smaashing together the kind of classism and like... (eyes roll back in head)". I can't listen to them any longer. Or watch their wavy hands.
A great, or even a good designer can create beauty or wow or sensual or serene out of a blank space. But there are too many 'designers' out there and most of them just make my head hurt.
Looked back, on mute; they aren't technically shoulder pads. I goofed. Whatever all that pouffy inflation is about -- fighting the skinny? Hints of future Crawford homages? I would file this item under top-of-the-cycle.
Wow, lot's of personal criticisms on her clothes and appearance. I watched it without sound and then with sound.
Without sound, the decorating is very nice. She may not have a clothes chair, but she does have a large budget. Her training is about having a collection of pieces that work together and it really does.
With sound. Endless BS and verbal diarrhea to make herself seem smarter than she is. The words ruin the appeal of the actual house. It's a self-puff peace. Puffier than her shoulder pads. She should proclaim herself a feng shui master, too.
She takes being proud of showing off her possessions to a new level. Give her the trophy for conspicuous consumer of the year. And tell her to try buying better clothes this year.
I get the feeling that woman is a permanent part of the (decor), narrating the 'extraordinary' day to day lives of the family...
...and here's where daughter drops her school books and pitches her fit once she realizes her new boyfriend, fifteen years her senior, will not be attending the family's weekend trip to the house in Sagaponack...
Biden has found his VP. This woman will make listening to Joe seem refreshing every damn time.
To be honest I listened for about 45 seconds then sampled 10 second bits a few times. Her design looks good to me. But her decor fashion "bump" must not overlap her clothing fashion sense.
She was too, when she got to the rec room. The remedy is to plaster everything navy blue. Not merely paint. Plaster that thing all the way up and through the skylight.
Every straight guy on here wants to sleep with her. Every gay guy wants to be her best friend. And every woman wishes she had her body, taste, and budget. She is universally despised because she is universally desired. And that makes her a great brand...now proceed with the individual protestations of how you don’t desire her wealth/beauty/taste/friendship.
There was an Instagram picture of few years ago from Drew Brees I think. There was a beautiful marble island with stacks of mail and school papers. I related to it, the same way I related to the junk chair at Bernie's. I don't relate or aspire to be like this woman at all. I'm looking at her "comfy" library/media room and wondering how comfortable anyone could be on that couch.
Or what those nightstands look yon a regular basis since they don't have drawers to hide books and tissues and notes in. You know, the stuff regular people use by their bed because they actually live in their house.
Now I'm thinking about a picture from the Romney house. All dark wood paneling and grand piano. Yeah...not relatable, but I imagine at least the leather chairs there are comfortable.
"Every straight guy on here wants to sleep with her. Every gay guy wants to be her best friend. And every woman wishes she had her body, taste, and budget. She is universally despised because she is universally desired. And that makes her a great brand...now proceed with the individual protestations of how you don’t desire her wealth/beauty/taste/friendship."
That is some large helping of projection going on there. I suspect you could not be more wrong about the people commenting here. Sleeping with her never crossed my mind because I know it would suck the brains out of my head to have to listen to anything coming out of her mouth live and up close. There are some things both of my brains agree on.
I appreciated the dark color of her top juxtaposed against her light skin tones. The delicate hint of her round breasts and ... I don’t know, something about a house or something.
It's a nice house. Those sliding doors are nuts, because the mosquitoes here are a curse. She's way less annoying than most women her age in Brooklyn would be speaking about their homes on video.
That kitchen with the walls of glass that open - lovely. well done. Not my taste, but I never need things to be "my taste " in order to appreciate them. Well done. Looks expensive.
I’m merely pointing out that all of you are commenting with detached bemusement, not acknowledging that you are the target of the marketing, and it is working. Do you not think Gwyneth Paltrow understands her candles that smell like her vagina are ridiculous? These brands do not care if you like them...just that you obsess over them. What they want you to buy or do will seep in during your feigned scorn. “Those sleeves on her shirt are ridiculous, but that pink marble in the shower WAS beautiful.” Sometimes our own hypocrisy is a very effective tool for our marketing masters.
Sleeping with her never crossed my mind because I know it would suck the brains out of my head to have to listen to anything coming out of her mouth live and up close.
The odd disconnect is that she undoubtedly supports Pocahontas without connecting the dots to the scalping wealth tax. If anyone needs to pay a wealth tax, it’s this gal.
BTW, I couldn’t live like this. It’s lovely, but I have clothes chairs. Many of them
Bleach bit, Bernie wasn't having a photo shoot. His son took a candid picture to post on Twitter. I guess some people would never put such a shot on the internet. I didn't mind. If you look through the son's Twitter feed, the whole house isn't that cluttered.
Temujin @5:59 AM: You are absolutely right. For the modest cost of a web presence (and her time of course) we provide her with endless amusement--and the occasional opportunity for righteous dudgeon, and she doesn't have to walk us or take us to the vet.
That's why the lady has the nationally-known blog, and we don't.
I remember visiting friends in Cobble Hill in the early 70s (yeah, early gentrifiers, though mostly via their own sweat equity, in spare time between raising kids). There were still old Italian grannies on the stoops (the real reason for the low crime rate, rather than the Mafia Manhattan types said). Athenas were to be found in NYC only on the upper East Side. Sad!
Nice detour from politics. The video took me down a rabbit hole of Vanderbilts, Whitneys, horse racing and the innards of the Plaza Hotel via YouTube and Wikipedia. Okay then, three hours gone.
Tomcc: Of course it sounds familiar. We used to get calderones at our local Italian pizza place.
There's also a calderone near Naples. That's an Italian caldera.
Now I don't want to hear any of you high-flying Milanos and Trentinos saying that Neopolitans ("Nap'litans" is how I've heard it pronounced) aren't Italian.
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..... and really pay homage to, like, classicism.....
That was as far as I could get.
Her hideous top and Olive Oyl hairdo so dominate the video that I couldn't pay attention to much else.
Yes, somehow she distractingly garners some underboob...
Also: Stay....stay... Did she choose the dog to match the decor?
The shoulder pads. They were something! Joan Crawford on steroids.
It looks like a fun pad but I wouldn't drip about it like that broad at the end. I get the feeling that woman is a permanent part of the door, narrating the 'extraordinary' day to day lives of the family...
80's fashion makes a reappearance?
A place for everything and everything in its place. My kind of gal.
I sell to designers. I've worked with them for...oh...25+ years. I cannot even listen to the first 30 seconds of her speaking. It's that voice. That...singsong about "smaashing together the kind of classism and like... (eyes roll back in head)". I can't listen to them any longer. Or watch their wavy hands.
A great, or even a good designer can create beauty or wow or sensual or serene out of a blank space. But there are too many 'designers' out there and most of them just make my head hurt.
Probably time for me to leave the industry.
Althouse, you sure know how to pick the ones that get us going.
Looked back, on mute; they aren't technically shoulder pads. I goofed. Whatever all that pouffy inflation is about -- fighting the skinny? Hints of future Crawford homages? I would file this item under top-of-the-cycle.
I'm happy to see you people are enjoying it in much the same way I did.
Sometimes being annoyed is fun.
Homes in Scandinavian series have no clutter of any kind. They burn everything over a day old, leaving only bare furniture.
"Hints of future Crawford homages?"
Wire Hangers!
Classicism! Damn, that’s funny shit.
Plus her top is way distracting. First the shoulder pads. Then the underboob.
It’s like an SNL skit. But it’s real.
I loved it but not for the reasons she’d think.
And of course they play records. Actual records.
Such a fake person in a fake setting!
Wow, lot's of personal criticisms on her clothes and appearance. I watched it without sound and then with sound.
Without sound, the decorating is very nice. She may not have a clothes chair, but she does have a large budget. Her training is about having a collection of pieces that work together and it really does.
With sound. Endless BS and verbal diarrhea to make herself seem smarter than she is. The words ruin the appeal of the actual house. It's a self-puff peace. Puffier than her shoulder pads. She should proclaim herself a feng shui master, too.
She takes being proud of showing off her possessions to a new level. Give her the trophy for conspicuous consumer of the year. And tell her to try buying better clothes this year.
You want more Trump? This is how you get more Trump.
I get the feeling that woman is a permanent part of the (decor), narrating the 'extraordinary' day to day lives of the family...
...and here's where daughter drops her school books and pitches her fit once she realizes her new boyfriend, fifteen years her senior, will not be attending the family's weekend trip to the house in Sagaponack...
Me
Me
Me
etc.
Biden has found his VP. This woman will make listening to Joe seem refreshing every damn time.
To be honest I listened for about 45 seconds then sampled 10 second bits a few times. Her design looks good to me. But her decor fashion "bump" must not overlap her clothing fashion sense.
She and her face are the reason they make creams pies,
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lCNzFn_Oxds
I'm so over white walls and woodwork.
"I'm so over white walls and woodwork."
She was too, when she got to the rec room. The remedy is to plaster everything navy blue. Not merely paint. Plaster that thing all the way up and through the skylight.
Every straight guy on here wants to sleep with her. Every gay guy wants to be her best friend. And every woman wishes she had her body, taste, and budget. She is universally despised because she is universally desired. And that makes her a great brand...now proceed with the individual protestations of how you don’t desire her wealth/beauty/taste/friendship.
She looks about as comfortable handling a vinyl record as Liz Warren does drinking a beer.
There was an Instagram picture of few years ago from Drew Brees I think. There was a beautiful marble island with stacks of mail and school papers. I related to it, the same way I related to the junk chair at Bernie's. I don't relate or aspire to be like this woman at all. I'm looking at her "comfy" library/media room and wondering how comfortable anyone could be on that couch.
Every straight guy on here wants to sleep with her.
Hey, I have my hands full with the one I already have...
No clothes chair? She tidied up before the video.
Or what those nightstands look yon a regular basis since they don't have drawers to hide books and tissues and notes in. You know, the stuff regular people use by their bed because they actually live in their house.
Now I'm thinking about a picture from the Romney house. All dark wood paneling and grand piano. Yeah...not relatable, but I imagine at least the leather chairs there are comfortable.
"Every straight guy on here wants to sleep with her. Every gay guy wants to be her best friend. And every woman wishes she had her body, taste, and budget. She is universally despised because she is universally desired. And that makes her a great brand...now proceed with the individual protestations of how you don’t desire her wealth/beauty/taste/friendship."
That is some large helping of projection going on there. I suspect you could not be more wrong about the people commenting here. Sleeping with her never crossed my mind because I know it would suck the brains out of my head to have to listen to anything coming out of her mouth live and up close. There are some things both of my brains agree on.
I appreciated the dark color of her top juxtaposed against her light skin tones. The delicate hint of her round breasts and ... I don’t know, something about a house or something.
"Every straight guy on here wants to sleep with her..."
All you Popeyes and Blutos...
I actually laughed out loud at that zing Althouse. Haha
It's a nice house. Those sliding doors are nuts, because the mosquitoes here are a curse. She's way less annoying than most women her age in Brooklyn would be speaking about their homes on video.
That kitchen with the walls of glass that open - lovely. well done.
Not my taste, but I never need things to be "my taste " in order to appreciate them.
Well done. Looks expensive.
I’m merely pointing out that all of you are commenting with detached bemusement, not acknowledging that you are the target of the marketing, and it is working. Do you not think Gwyneth Paltrow understands her candles that smell like her vagina are ridiculous? These brands do not care if you like them...just that you obsess over them. What they want you to buy or do will seep in during your feigned scorn. “Those sleeves on her shirt are ridiculous, but that pink marble in the shower WAS beautiful.” Sometimes our own hypocrisy is a very effective tool for our marketing masters.
I would never buy anything to do with Gweneth Paltro.
Sleeping with her never crossed my mind because I know it would suck the brains out of my head to have to listen to anything coming out of her mouth live and up close.
Plus that old broad would have to narrate it...
My criticisms:
real pink marble reminds me of fake pink marble.
black and white = not very imaginative and white is harsh on the eyes.
It's not a "clothes chair" it's a "chairdrobe" and if she doesn't have one, it's her loss.
The odd disconnect is that she undoubtedly supports Pocahontas without connecting the dots to the scalping wealth tax. If anyone needs to pay a wealth tax, it’s this gal.
BTW, I couldn’t live like this. It’s lovely, but I have clothes chairs. Many of them
- Krumhorn
I made it through 60 seconds. Did anything interesting happen after that?
If you've got cameras coming over, you're gonna clean the house.
Shame on Bernie for being an open slob. Tells us a bit how he'd run things.
I watched with sound off. Probably no mention of her housekeeping staff. Hard to imagine her doing the dusting and vacuuming.
Filed under; Shit women like to talk about.
She's created the perfect setting for "A Clockwork Orange" remake.
Where are the Droogs?
Another such woman is my wife.
Now, her half of the bedroom closet is a different story...
Bleach bit, Bernie wasn't having a photo shoot. His son took a candid picture to post on Twitter. I guess some people would never put such a shot on the internet. I didn't mind. If you look through the son's Twitter feed, the whole house isn't that cluttered.
Temujin @5:59 AM: You are absolutely right. For the modest cost of a web presence (and her time of course) we provide her with endless amusement--and the occasional opportunity for righteous dudgeon, and she doesn't have to walk us or take us to the vet.
That's why the lady has the nationally-known blog, and we don't.
Masterful.
"Every straight guy on here wants to sleep with her..."
All you Popeyes and Blutos...
Sure, after a can of spinach (and four double Martinis).
I remember visiting friends in Cobble Hill in the early 70s (yeah, early gentrifiers, though mostly via their own sweat equity, in spare time between raising kids). There were still old Italian grannies on the stoops (the real reason for the low crime rate, rather than the Mafia Manhattan types said). Athenas were to be found in NYC only on the upper East Side. Sad!
That name: "Calderone", sounds familiar. Wasn't it Calderone that Sonny and Rico were always after? Now we know what became of those ill-gotten gains!
Nice detour from politics. The video took me down a rabbit hole of Vanderbilts, Whitneys, horse racing and the innards of the Plaza Hotel via YouTube and Wikipedia. Okay then, three hours gone.
Tomcc: Of course it sounds familiar. We used to get calderones at our local Italian pizza place.
There's also a calderone near Naples. That's an Italian caldera.
Now I don't want to hear any of you high-flying Milanos and Trentinos saying that Neopolitans ("Nap'litans" is how I've heard it pronounced) aren't Italian.
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