Disorientation is the whole point of Las Vegas.
Architectural mayhem as a business strategy is forgivable, even funny. As a way of life, though, the Las Vegas-style blurring of real and fake that has come to rule the modern American landscape has exacted a high price. The chaos of uprooted styles, the suburban fantasylands of half-timbered Tudors rubbing hipped roofs with Norman ch ateaux on winding roads to nowhere, amount to an ersatz and alienating jumble. The porches and sidewalks and stores and schools that were all a part of residential neighborhoods brought life to the streets and people together. All had overwhelming consequences for how Americans lived and how they thought about living.