I expect I'll just look at the pictures from time to time and use this bad boy as a conversation/coffee-table piece.
I used to have many more coffee table books, but alas, they were lost in the great schism of 2007 (which is to say, my move to Toronto). My ex, well, sucks... so my old tomes probably went into the trash, which makes me sad. But here are just a few of my old faves:
Coffee table books are kind of a silly thing to love. I have tonnes of them and I never look through them. I just move them around my house from vignette to vignette. They resemble general clutter. Or do they? I can't decide.