The apartment itself is described as being small, "a small living-room, a small dining-room, a small bedroom, and a bath," and yet everything in this small apartment is described as being large: "tapestried furniture entirely too large" for the space and an "over-enlarged photograph" of a hen sitting atop a rock. On one table lay several magazines, including several copies of Town Tattler and several small "scandal magazines of Broadway."
Myrtle Wilson, herself, seems to grow as she inhabits the apartment and "as she expanded the room grew smaller around her, until she seemed to be revolving on a noisy, creaking pivot through the smoky air." Myrtle seems to try, with this apartment, to be lots of things that she is not: wealthy, elegant, and classy. The upholstery is printed with ladies swinging at Versailles, and she seems to have chosen it thinking that it was elegant. Likewise, she's taken a stab at "art" with the picture of a hen that also looks like an old lady in a bonnet. Her magazines and the poor fit of the large items in the small apartment convey her essential classlessness and lack of tact. Myrtle doesn't understand that understated and quiet is generally much more elegant than oversized and loud, and her noisy tactlessness is made all the more apparent in the small confines of her overstuffed apartment.