THE MODERNIST 1969 PALM SPRINGS DREAM HOME WHERE TIME STOOD STILL. All these eerie photos of bad late ‘60s kitsch lack is a terrified boy on a Big Wheel and a pair of twins with British accents to complete them.

James Lileks writes, “I wouldn’t call it Modernist. That would imply restraint.” Instead, the Bard of Jasperwood dubs it “The Most Garish House in the World,” and writes, “sometimes you come across an era whose ugliness is not debatable. It’s not a matter of subjective analysis. It’s truth. That era would be the end of the Sixties through the mid 70s, when American design went barking mad — either from drugs, or more likely, to assure actual drug users that you, too were cool.”