I watched Dark Star: H. R. Giger's World on Netflix, and...uh...holy fuck, Giger's house EXACTLY what you would imagine Giger's house to be like. He's like this strange old man puttering around in a house full of toothy dildomonsters and spike-boobs and phallic nightmares. And human skulls. And then a nice lady drops by and shares some fresh-baked strudel with him.
And it's not exactly fair to say so, because the film is catching him in the last couple years of his life...but sweet Jeebus he looks like a Deep One hybrid.