Sentence examples for tacky apartment from inspiring English sources

You see the bulging roof of Zaha Hadid's swimming pool, the thicket of Stratford's tacky apartment towers, the gilded souks of Westfield, the skeletal stadium, all whisked up in a woozy cocktail, before you're spat out at the bottom.

Looking down her nose at the tacky apartment and Bodey's less than elegant personal style, she has come to get a check from Dorothea, her share of the rent for a much fancier apartment that she wants them to share in a much nicer neighborhood.

Frank aches to move his family from the tacky apartment with its thin walls and problematic neighbors.

Harvey's solution: Force him to man up by getting rid of his tacky apartment furnishings and making him shop for grown-up furniture.

Ten years ago, the Pyrenean principality was the bargain basement of European skiing, with tacky apartments, raucous nightlife, and an unremarkable collection of five separate areas mainly suited to beginners.

On a set meant to look like a cozy, slightly tacky New York apartment (she said she decorated it herself), Ms. Ray casts herself as America's big sister.

When Carmen first meets a guy named Rob in a Proust class, she dismissively categorizes him as a clueless idiot who's there to pick up women, and imagines his apartment with a tacky leather sofa, dimmer switches and a Luther Vandross record collection.

There are no street performers or tacky stalls, just motorbikes parked outside apartment buildings with staggered roofs, and tier after tier of balconies overlooking quiet streets.

Clad in French limestone and beige brick, with deep-set rectangular windows, 10-foot ceilings, fireplaces, terraces on the 15th, 33th and 43d floors, with only one apartment on most floors and no tacky ground-floor retail businesses, the building is intended to recall the classic apartment buildings on Park Avenue in the 1920's: a new building made to look like a gracious old dowager.

Perhaps because it's a popular stop on Caribbean cruise tours, the central city is so chockablock with stores selling tacky gewgaws that you could conceivably furnish an entire apartment with merchandise announcing its provenance in Puerto Rico.

Her apartment was drek-orated and borders on tacky while her day job is a schmatta peddler on the Lower East Side.