My god, it’s a gilded junk shop!
(I knew it was bad, but all the tacky gewgaws seem to have multiplied.)
My god, it’s a gilded junk shop!
(I knew it was bad, but all the tacky gewgaws seem to have multiplied.)
I guess we should count ourselves lucky that his dress sense isn’t as flashy and vulgar as his interior design sense.
Though it’s always surprised me that such a status-obsessed New Yorker dresses so cheaply—regardless of style.
e.g.
Make me look like a man whose father never taught him to tie a tie, who gets his shoes at a Long Island mall and can’t be bothered with alterations when he buys a suit off the rack!