Yes, there really is a red lounge. And yes there's really a disco ball and deer heads. And antique radios, traffic lights and guitars and red couches and chairs. 
It's a sanctuary, it's asylum, it's tranquility.
It's quirky and idiosyncratic. 
Maybe a little trite and clichéd too. 

Furnished piece by piece over the course of years.

The fun is in the journey.