Would You Live in the Rainbow Explosion That Is the Hotels.com Lisa Frank SponCon Flat?
Celebrities
Welcome to Would U Live There, a new series in which we decide if we would live in a celebrity or otherwise notable home. Here are the rules: You can’t change anything about the space (the furniture, art, fixtures, upholstery, and weird bric-a-brac all stay as is) and we are judging a home based purely on its interior, so ignore things like fancy location, rent, or property taxes. You also have to live there until you die. This is supposed to be fun and kind of philosophical so everyone be cool. Let’s Would U.
Money can’t buy happiness, but it can certainly feed your most nostalgic impulses. Is the last time you remember feeling real joy sometime in childhood? Perhaps it was when your room looked like a unicorn threw up all over everything, and your greatest concern was what PJs to bring to the sleepover Saturday night. Good times, right? Hotels.com is banking on both your melancholy and your inability to grow up by launching its own “Lisa Frank Flat by Barsala, Los Angeles” in Downtown LA. The 3-star digs are only available for stays October 11-27, which seems insane because they’re clearly going to make so much money off of this. Also, I can’t tell you how expensive it is, because it is already fully booked.
My question to you, however, is this: Would you live there forever, if you could? The location is sick—it’s close to public transit and is only a 19 minute walk to the Staples Center—but this is a series about the internal furnishings of a place and not what city it is in. Could you live in this rainbow hell scape until the day you die? Or will you find yourself slowly losing your mind, unable to remember what day, year, or even decade it is?
Let’s take a look before answering.
This is the bedroom. Wink, wink. Magic…. markers happen here:
How about that desk area? It’s no bigger than a dorm, but remember, you’re supposed to be feel childlike in here:
It’s stocked to the brim with fun stationery, huh? Don’t let the obnoxious branding fool you, this is exactly what it was like to be a child. Remember your life before taxes? That was fun! F-U-N, FUN!
Check out that kitchen, too. Damn, dog, that’s all the rainbow candy your heart can take. And are those Cheez Balls I spy in the far corner? It’s ripe for a slumber party, y’all:
But nothing—and I mean, nothing—tops the shower. I don’t mean to swear, but my God:
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