In 1985 I was in Manhattan for a convention. The people I was with were anxious to look at Trump Tower, which was fairly new. They also wanted to see Bijan, a shop in the tower that sold $250 neckties. I had no interest in either but went along with my group.
If I had any expectations, they were for, at least, an impressive interior space like the ones John Portman had introduced in the ’70s in Atlanta. I was surprised to find that the entrance room to the tower was so dinky. Other than that, I had no contact with Trump taste.
Now it cannot be avoided. News photographs of Trump’s meeting with Prime Minister Abe show us his living room.
Garish doesn’t begin to describe it. I thought, where have I seen the like for a political leader? Oh, yeah, Saddam Hussein.
However, when I looked up a photograph of Saddam’s living room it was, comparatively, a model of taste and restraint.
I feign no hypotheses, but it is surprising.