From a listing I ran across five years ago, but the house undoubtedly still stands, as much an affront to taste as it was then.
This splendidly hideous behemoth in Pasadena shows what happens when the "designer" begins with the placement of the wide-screen television and works outward from there. By the time he or she gets to the front elevation, all is lost. The overblown entry portico is the perfect finishing touch.
The following was the description provided by the real estate agent unlucky enough to have been charged with unloading this pile of crap on a (preferably naïve) buyer:
We repeat: Words cannot describe this unique property.