The only possible explanation is this: the sofa was bolted to the floor, and wired to a bomb that would kill anyone if they tried to remove it. No other explanation. One can accept the curtains and the rug; they’re related, in that back-country Cletus-and-his-missus-sister way. The ornate baroque mirror could be seen as an ironic counterpoint to the mod lucite table, although probably not. One of the chairs can claim the blue excuse, the other one has the most tenuous connection of them all - it’s as green as the alien sofa, and its style has no allies in the room.

It’s possible some of these designers really had no idea what they were doing.

This room has a light fixture so bright it casts shadows of the other lamps, making one wonder why you’d need another lamp. Particularly since the room itself glows like a Chernobyl technician's thyroid.