He checked his multi-faced watch and scowled. It was all very well and good that it cost the average Ministry worker's salary for a year, but what did that matter when he could hardly even read the bloody thing?
If something's for sale, consider it sold I got so much gold, I gold plate my gold! I even got a guy to gold plate my cat (I don't regret much, but I do regret that) If I could start over I'd do it all the same But I wouldn't gold plate little Twinkles again
I eat filet mignon seven times a day, My bathtub's filled with Perrier, What can I say? This is the life! I buy a dozen cars when I'm in the mood, I hire somebody to chew my food, I'm an upwardly mobile dude, This is the life!
Am I right in suggesting that ordinary life is a mean between these extremes, that the noble man devotes his material wealth to lofty ends, the advancement of science, or art, or some such true ideal; and that the base man does the opposite by concentrating all his abilities on the amassing of wealth? Exactly; that is the real distinction between the artist and the bourgeois, or, if you prefer it, between the gentleman and the cad.
Lex: It's the Luthor ancestral home, or so my father claims. He had it shipped over from Scotland, stone by stone. Clark: Yeah, the trucks rolled through town for weeks, but no one ever moved in. Lex: My father had no intention of living here. He's never even stepped through the front door. Clark: Then why he'd ship it over? Lex: Because he could.
They be like, 'Oh, that Gucci — that's hella tight!' I'm like, 'Yo... that's fifty dollars for a T-shirt' Limited edition, let's do some simple addition Fifty dollars for a T-shirt, that's just some ignorant bitch (shit) I call that getting swindled and pimped (shit) I call that getting tricked by a business
I'm living out in LA I drive a sports car just to prove I'm a real big baller Cause I made a millon dollars And I spend it on girls on shoes
—"I Took A Pill In Ibiza", Mike Posner
I bought a twelve room house, a mountain lodge, A lemon-yellow Cadillac in a blue garage I'm a-breaking my back putting up a front for you
I bought an aeroplane, it's just for kicks Holds twice as many passengers as a DC-6 I'm a-breaking my back putting up a front for you
—"Breaking My Back Putting Up a Front for you", Desi Arnaz
"I love money. I love everything about it. I bought some pretty good stuff. Got me a $300 pair of socks. Got a fur sink. An electric dog polisher. A gasoline powered turtleneck sweater. And, of course, I bought some dumb stuff, too."
I'd build a big tall house with rooms by the dozen Right in the middle of the town A fine tin roof with real wooden floors below There would be one long staircase just going up, And one even longer coming down, And one more leading nowhere, just for show!
"Hey, buddy - ah, these pretzels suck - how's your day been, buddy? We havent really talked much since I left you for dead! Hey, you think youll freeze to death out there? Nah, probably not. The banditsll get you first. My day? It's been pretty good. Just bought a pony made of diamonds, because Im rich. So, you know. Thats cool. 'Kay bye!"
"I wonder if dictators have that whole one-up thing that neighbours have with each other, like, do they have this keeping up with the Joneses for the one percent of sociopaths? Like, did Pagan see that gigantic statue of himself, did he buy that just because Kim Jong-Un has a statue of himself like that? Maybe he also said the same thing, like Aw man, Kim Jong-Un has a golden toilet, I need a golden toilet, I mean I have to shit in a golden bowl. I have to. I mean look at what Kim Jong-Un has. Life must be so different for the evil subset of the one percent. Hm..."
"Body in a bathtub? The only time I've ever woken up in a bathtub was when I made the Sultan of Brunei fill a bathtub with diamonds. I wouldn't recommend it - diamonds are harder than rock salt and they have a way of finding their way into all sorts of cavities. I was nervous in airports for the next 6 months."
"What The Sims is is a consumerist middle class fantasy about walling yourself off from the real world and reducing all measurement of human development and personal success to one's possessions, your dragon's hoard of crass suburban decadence. And in that game of Top Trumps, the swimming pool is a kingly crown!"
Paulo Dybala: OK, everybody out! The arcade is closed for a private party.[...] Giovanni Reyna: What are you doing here? I thought you didn't even like arcades. Dybala: Well, we like spending money, and the day rate on this place is ridiculous. Alphonso Davies: It's a flex.
Supposedly, a sooth-sayer of Tiberius's said "Caligula has about as much chance of becoming emperor as he does of riding a horse across the Bay of Pigs." Caligula clearly got wind of this as he designed a floating bridge, connecting the province of Baiae to the neighbouring port of Puteoli and road his horse Incitatus across it wearing the armour of Alexander the Great which you have to admit is pretty cool. It nearly crashed the economy however.
Paltrow spent most of 2011 performing on awards shows (mostly so people could be like, "OMG! I didn't know she could sing! And now I do! I don't know what else to do with this information!"), pushing shit on Goop that no one except Gwyneth Paltrow would buy, and unleashing her awful cookbook upon the world, a book that included such amazingly vapid sentences as "We've got a wood-burning pizza oven in the gardena luxury, I know, but it's one of the best investments I've ever made." Is it any wonder we all loved watching her die in Contagion?
—Drew Magary, "The 25 Least I fluential People of 2011"
Matt Yglesias publishes article trumpeting Vertu, a maker of a $6,000 luxury android phone. He gets a raft of shit. Responds by posting a photograph he took on vacation in Hanoi of a couple having their wedding photo taken near a Vertu sign. Claims it means $6,000 smart phones are aspirational.
Martha Stewart got a drone for her birthday last year ('in Maine,' she notes, Martha Stewart-ishly) and it turns out she just can't get enough droning. In a TIME op-ed titled 'Why I Love My Drone,' she explains why: Because it makes it way easier to craft a marzipan Peter Rabbit cake that's an exact replica of her farm. <-ACTUAL REASON.
—Lindy West, "Martha Stewart Has Her Own Drone And She Fucking Loves It"
An HDTV without an HD signal is like a pair of glasses without lenses. Yeah, you can probably still see stuff, but who wants to see through a smear of peanut butter over their eyes when there are better options readily available? People would rather use HD screens as decorative accents. They're status symbols. They're the new version of an animal's stuffed head mounted on a wall.
"It wasn't that long ago that I was living in a little Lamborghini, sleepin' on bookshelves in the Hollywood Hills, with only forty-seven billion dollars in my bank account, and only forty-seven Lamborghinis in my Lamborghini account, and only forty-seven Hills in my Hollywood account."
"...And they say 'Can we sit on the bed?' and I say 'Sure, but these are expensive Japanese linen.' and they say 'But they're not even soft!' and I say... 'Sometimes... things that are expensive... are worse.'"
Im sure that Nicolas Cage is pfft-ing at that one, because I bet he spent $15 million on sending the ashes of a 13th century Scottish prince to space where a drone scattered them on the moon.
—Michael K., "Johnny Depp Is Living That Opulent Wine Hobo Life"
"Because I can."
—David A. Siegel, on building a scale replica of Versailles for himself
"They had to stop exporting it because they were cutting down the rainforest, or whatever."
—Jackie Siegel on importing Brazilian mahogany for her home construction
"I don't think people went around saying to themselves: 'I need to have a 10,000 square foot house.' We weren't exposed to things we didn't have in the same way kids these days are. There was not that window into the lifestyles of the rich and famous. Kids weren't monitoring every day what Kim Kardashian was wearing, or where Kanye West was going on vacation, and thinking that somehow that was the mark of success."
It's a funny thing about Americans, we love to bitch about paying too much for the things we really need and are really a bargain, like gas and postage stamps, but we willingly shell out outrageous amounts for unnecessary crap like gourmet coffee and soap to make your crotch smell good.
"On clubbers: They were all photographing themselves. In fact, that's all they seemed to be doing. Standing around in expensive clothes, snapping away with phones and cameras. One pose after another, as though they needed to prove their own existence, right there, in the moment. Crucially, this seemed to be the reason they were there in the first place. There was very little dancing. Just pouting and flashbulbs."