In a way the Burj al Arab hotel in Dubai makes me think of the Sydney Opera House. It's nautically inspired. It sits in a bay. The concrete and steel exoskeleton makes it look like an armored insect. I expect open spaces, unabashedly modern minimalism, and floor to ceiling windows. I want to be inspired by this symbol of a modern nation.
But no.
It's a mismatch of modern and gaudy Vegas opulesense. It's the showboat of a nouveau riche monarchy in love with gold and brass and trinkets and stuff.
But it makes us laugh. Cheryl has me take a movie of her waving like Vanna White on the presidential suite's rotating four poster bed. I attempt to tap dance on the gleaming marble floor of the master bathroom. Ace, smiles as he spins the 5 foot diameter globe in the dining room.
I'm sure there was a doozy of an argument between the sheik the architect and the interior designer, and lots of creative differences. But when the sheik stuffed everyone's pockets full of money, they quieted down in a hurry.
Well, at least that's how I imagine it.
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