I once worked for an extremely wealthy guy for a bit. He built a brand new office building and during setup I was in his very expensive looking back office... and I realized the nice and old looking books weren't even books... they were finely done hollow blocks of book looking replicas with real curved leather spines and everything...
I will never forget how that summed up the man to me. I quit not long after.
My grandma bought the last apartment of a new block, and to her surprise it came fully furnished -- with all the crap the interior designer had chosen. It had been the one on show.
The second bedroom was themed blue and black. I got about 30 new sci fi books, which had been chosen only for the colour of the spine.
I will never forget how that summed up the man to me. I quit not long after.