The “Queen of Versailles” Built a Zero-Emission Private Jet (In Her Living Room)

Ever have those days where all you want to do is gobble caviar and rinse it down with champagne, all from the comfort of a private jet? For Jackie Siegel, subject of the 2012 documentary The Queen of Versailles, that day is also known as “Wednesday.”

It’s hard to find the best descriptor for Siegel. She’s a former Mrs. Florida America beauty pageant winner and current director of the competition. She’s married to David Siegel, founder of Westgate, aka “can we just have a moment of your day to talk about timeshares? Utah is gorgeous!” She’s been in a lot of pictures with Donald Trump, on purpose. She came onto the public radar for her quest to build a 90,000 square foot house in Florida, which would be the largest home in America, documented in The Queen of Versailles and a follow-up TV series. The home was never completed, and was hit with over $10 million in damage from Hurricane Ivan in 2022. She has…so many kids! Siegel contains multitudes, and now one of her homes contains what is essentially a life-sized dollhouse room where she can LARP being on a private jet.

In a TikTok posted Wednesday to her account, Siegel, in a bodycon dress and flip-flops, shuffles over to her “private jet experience here in my living room, so I can enjoy my caviar first class,” then plops down on a bonafide airplane seat and dishes herself a tiny cracker, complete with crème fraîche, helpfully telling her audience that you can find it in the dairy department. (I will also help by saying that sour cream works as a substitution in a pinch, for those true caviar emergencies.)

It’s…really something.

The attention to detail is wild, both in where it’s paid and not: Siegel gets a little lumbar support from a bolster pillow with flyExclusive branding, a private jet charter company. Her ice bucket is also emblazoned with the company’s logo in a bit of potential stealth spon. One window on the “jet”—which, gotta hand it to Siegel, is a zero-emission, zero-turbulence experience that always lands on time—has a cloudy backdrop to lean into the illusion, but not the one next to where Siegel sits, right over her little table. A bottle of Fiji water is on standby, because hydration never sleeps. The way Siegel says “caviar”—cyaaaaah-vee-ar—is worthy of a life of scholarship. A weekender-sized tote lurks in the corner of the frame, stuffed with…something. Towels? More stretchy knit dresses? Another empty glass is waiting on the table, yet to be filled with champagne, and, yes, that’s another Evian there next to that empty sea. But who is it waiting for? Who will join Siegel on her (un)flight of fancy?

Who? And…where will she go next? Something to ponder, as somewhere out there, Siegel, the opposite of stealth wealth, is absolutely manifesting.