"[I]n late 2015, I came across a set of pictures with no
identifying text. They appeared to show a gigantic apartment in
what looked, from the windows, very much like New York. But I
know Manhattan and its sophisticated style pretty well, and at
first glance, you would think the place didn't belong to an
American but to a Russian oligarch, or possibly a Saudi prince
with a second home in the United States. There were overscaled
rooms, and obviously incorrect-looking historical detailing and
proportions. The home had lots of gilded French furniture and the
strange impersonal look of a hotel lobby, with chairs and sofas
placed uncomfortably far from one another. There were masses of
gold; there were the usual huge chandeliers, branded relics of
famous sportsmen like Muhammad Ali, and mushroom-colored marble
floors. There was relatively little in the way of paintings, but
otherwise, the place reeked of dictator chic. As it turned out,
this familiar yet unfamiliar apartment -- a familiar style to me by
then, but in an unlikely location -- belonged to Donald Trump, who
by then was running for president. This was the penthouse of the
potential leader of the free world." -- Peter York, "Trump's
Dictator Chic," Politico
[thanks to
b>realinterrobang for
quoting this earlier]