I also can't believe no one has responded!
My ideal manroom is on the top floor of an Amsterdam canal house. Its interior is circa. 1961--Eames era all the way. The lighting is subdued, leaning to red tones, and the sounds of the busy street are muffled by the pulse of the Bose system I've housed on a shelf opposite the largest window, next to my u2 discs (of course). I've framed a few vintage travel posters for the space, but for the most part I let the eclectic furniture carry the feel. A half wall divides the living area of the room from a small and ultra-modern kitchen, from which flow delicious aromas that remind one of far-flung places where only adventures dare to tread. Here I spend many quiet hours reflecting on the mystery that is human life, and many more hours together with my woman, without whom any manroom is incomplete.
Down with scalpers.
