I’m truly impressed by the photographer not being in the photos.
They had to hire a vampire for this one
The shell placement on the central counter was clutch, but they botched the removal of the tripod on the mirror under the toaster.
Nothing says opulence like infinite reflections of yourself having a shit.
This made me lol. Take my upvote
This is a sensory nightmare omg
Also a cleaning nightmare.
I was thinking what’s the problem… Then I got to the kitchen!
The fingerprints!
I’d have to Windex every day
Same here. I was 10 images in and thought it was a little overblown. Picture 11 was the kitchen.
Was this some sort of fetish Meetup house? I don’t believe people can live in a house like that day to day.
It’s the room with two beds (one a double) with a mirror behind them and a piano that convinced me they are sex people, and musical ones at that.
Well they’re amateurs then. There are mirrors everywhere except on the ceiling over the bed.
No mirrors on the ceiling?
I bet they don’t even have pink champagne on ice.
Ah but that is the coup de grace - at the flip of a switch the carpet and ceiling roll back revealing the complete mirror experience. These people have mirrored bedsteads and pool tables, they are all in on mirrors.
Don’t forget the clear cuckstool right next to the master bed.
I hope not. Not with those white carpets.
Of all the places to put mirrors, they didn’t put one above the bed. What is even the point… smh
Obviously they wanted the sound deadening fabric there to muffle all the screams. This looks like it could be Patrick Bateman’s house.
The camera work is impressive!
The unfinished basement is the only interior photo with warm, inviting colors
With a house like this, the only logical choice of pet would be some kind of bird.
What a disaster.
“And now you’ll have to wonder exactly which surface has the actual finger-prints!”
I’m feeling agoraphobic just browsing through these pictures.
Looks like they went over budget on the glass cleaner for the mirrors. The blinds are the cheapest shit ever.
