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Fashionista Vera Wang Lists Stunning 740 Park Avenue Co-op for $25 Mil (PHOTOS) | REALTOR.com® Blogs

28 Dec

Vera Wang finally lists fab NYC Co-op ready to move west into Beverly Hills Mid-Century Glass and Steel.

Take a moment and click over to the slideshows. Wow, this is luxury! Enjoy.

SOURCE: Realtor.com

Vera Wang Buys Glass and Steel Mid-Century Modern in Beverly Hills (PHOTOS) | REALTOR.com® Blogs

SOURCE: Realtor.com

Fashionista Vera Wang Lists Stunning 740 Park Avenue Co-op for $25 Mil (PHOTOS) | REALTOR.com® Blogs

FREE EVENT FOR SENIORS,

2 Nov

The Upham Group and Paradise Village will present a FREE interesting and informative event to help seniors understand how to evaluate their assets and plan for successful senior living. The event will be held at the beautiful Humphrey’s Half Moon Inn and Suites on Shelter Island. Appetizers, hosted beverages and there will be valuable door prizes!

• Real Estate – Selling vs Renting in Today’s Market

Presenter: Valerie Upham, Pacific Sotheby’s Int’l Realty

Buy Home, Get Free Meals for 15 Years | NBC San Diego

29 Sep

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Buy Home, Get Free Meals for 15 Years | NBC San Diego

Goldie & Kurt list $14+mil Balinese style home in Malibu

21 Sep

Goldie Hawn and Kurt Russell are trying to sell their Balinese 4BR/4.5BA property in Malibu for $14,479,000, again. What an amazing piece of property. I posted some of my fav links to photos below.

Click here to see a an online slideshow from the REALTOR that takes a few sec. to load
Click here to view a slideshow on another site where you can click through the pics. Enjoy

“Unexpected elegance on the dunes of Broad Beach. Open living spaces beautifully appointed w/ media room, designer kitchen and 3 spacious suites. Guest house w/ guest rm, living area + full bath.Expansive exterior entertainment areas w/fp, bbq & grass yard
Simply Beachfront Perfection!

A rare & extraordinary offering that transcends time, this beautiful and exotic residence was extensively redesigned & renovated in 2005. Enter through the gated courtyard, to calming fountains & lush landscaping. The open living spaces overlook an expansive oceanfront patio w/an intimate covered outdoor living room/ fireplace, a grass covered fenced yard, and a path across the sandy dunes. A luxurious oceanfront master bedroom suite has awe-inspiring views, Chinese Onyx spa-inspired bath area, and large closet. The main residence also feat. a substantial ocean view designer kitchen, 2 large add’l guest suites, Creston media room, & fab office. A detached GH that features a meditation/guest room, exercise room, completes this exceptional property.”

Source: www.camoves.com www.dreamhomesofmalibu.com
Photo Source: Realtor.com
0 Broad Beach Rd, Malibu, CA 90265

One Historic Plaque Thief in Custody – Mission Hills Heritage/SDUptown News Update

15 Sep

The perpetrator said the plaques had been cut into pieces and melted down before being taken to a recycling location that he named.

At least 23 historic plaques like the one above have been 
stolen in Mission Hills since July 25.

One Plaque Thief in Custody! At a special Community Meeting tonight hosted by Mission Hills Town Council at Francis Parker Elementary School, Capt. Walt Vasquez of the Western Division San Diego Police Department made a welcome announcement: One man, on parole for a previous theft conviction, is in custody and has confessed to stealing some of the plaques. He actually showed police how he had done so with a screwdriver, and then actually took the police to several locations for which he is responsible. He was apprehended with the cooperation of National City Police on a tip from an alert citizen, as yet anonymous to the public. The perpetrator said the plaques had been cut into pieces and melted down before being taken to a recycling location that he named.

SDUptown News-Plaques stolen include:
• The Pioneer Park (children’s playground) plaque
• Six Inspiration Heights neighborhood markers (Sunset Boulevard and Alameda Drive), which are all original markers from 1909.
• Three Private Way markers, one from Sunset Boulevard and Witherby, and two from the top of Juan Street.
• At least nine individual designation plaques from Fort Stockton Drive
• Two from Washington Street (Griswold and Florence Apt. Buildings)
• A Temple Beth Israel plaque
• First Christian Science Church at the corner of Laurel Street and Second Avenue

That recycling center is outside of San Diego and the police in that jurisdiction have been notified. They already had an ongoing investigation of that recycle center for alleged illegal activity. This complaint will be added to their suspicious activities. It was reported that the criminals received between $20 and $22 for each plaque.

This criminal was working with two other men. The second man has been identified and police are searching for him to arrest. The identity of the third is still uncertain. Detail descriptions of the suspects were not released because the investigation is ongoing. The police have requested that the public remain on the alert for all suspicious presence and activity and to report such to the Western Division Police Department non-emergency number (911 only for a crime in progress): 531-2000. Detective Brenner is in charge of this investigation.

One plaque was recovered, but it is not from the Mission Hills Community. The charge against these men will be either Petty or Grand Theft, depending on the valuation of the stolen property that can be attributed to them.

Both our current and future City Council Representatives for Mission Hills were in attendance: Kevin Faulconer and Todd Gloria. They announced a request they have made that will come before the City Council to pay for the replacement of the plaques stolen from public locations. The Councilmen and the other attendees, thanked Officer Vasquez and the four other officers he brought with him: Lt. Kevin Mayer, Lt Mark Hanten, Act. Det. Mark Brenner and Officer David Whitfield. They were congratulated for their efforts on our behalf, and encouraged to keep up the good work.

REMINDER: Stay vigilant and report suspicious people or behavior. And always stay safe.

SDUptown News orig posted 8/19/11: Three homeowners have reported an “orange truck or SUV” on Tuesday between 3-4:30 a.m.along the 2100 and 2200 block of Ft. Stockton with three men inside it who appeared to be hiding something large. SDPD is asking Uptown residents to provide any other information they may have in order to help find the thieves.

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http://sduptownnews.com/historic-plaques-in-uptown-stolen/

Home-Stagers Who Have Perfected the Art of Living Well – NYTimes.com

10 Sep

Sheila and Peter Potter are professional nomads: home-stagers who move into empty properties with their antique furniture and art, creating a timeworn look in a matter of weeks.

The Potters have turned a habit of collecting art and furniture into a career staging houses for sale. More Photos »
THE house on the Bohicket River is not the worst place Sheila and Peter Potter have ever lived. But its weird, empty spaces — the double-height “great” room, the floating gallery — and abundance of wet bars make it one of the most awkward, as Mr. Potter might say, stroking each syllable with a William F. Buckley Jr. drawl.
Despite these architectural impediments, the Potters have turned the house, a developer’s special built three years ago, into a home, filling it with their eclectic, elegant belongings: foot-worn, antique Chinese rugs; tiny, early 18th-century beds; 19th-century artwork. Taming one of the wet bars is an armada of family photos — Mr. Potter’s diplomat parents in a paneled library, Ms. Potter and her seven siblings in a living room on Sutton Place in Manhattan.

And on the stereo the other day was Bach lute music, “a cool sound for a hot afternoon,” Mr. Potter said.
The nearly 5,000-square-foot house, on the market for $1.499 million, has been home to the Potters since March. It is their 14th residence here in as many years — and their 14th project as live-in home stagers. For anyone familiar with the perky, manic staging professionals on HGTV, the Potters are a curious example of the breed.
Languid tastemakers beamed down from another era (Ms. Potter makes expensive lamps using an 18th-century collage technique, while Mr. Potter is an amateur furniture historian), they have little in common with the affiliates of giant national staging companies like Showhomes, which move house managers into empty luxury properties, or with newbies who have “graduated” from online staging academies, paying thousands of dollars for “accredited” courses in curb appeal, furniture rental and marketing. He is 61 and she is 57, born in the middle of the baby boomer years, and they don’t even own a computer. Yet the Potters are a household name in Charleston, a city known for its great houses.
They have lived in some of the best of them, including an imposing, marble-columned, Greek revival antebellum palace with two guest houses, a maze and a pool, which sold for $4.3 million in 2005, thanks to the Potters’ ministrations.
(Among the family photos is one of Mr. Potter in an Andy Warhol wig, dancing in front of the marble columns.) Their payment includes living rent- and utility-free, along with reimbursement for their moving costs and often a percentage of the sale, though not always.
“There are other stagers here, but all they do is bring in furniture, and you really wouldn’t want what they have,” said Thomas Bennett, a principal at Carriage Properties, a luxury real estate firm in the city, and the agent who listed the Greek revival the Potters lived in for a year and a half.
It was a tough house to sell, Mr. Bennett said. During the last century, it had been turned into a county library and then sliced up into apartments. “It was like a beautiful woman who had had her clothes and her jewelry ripped off, a beautiful body just lying there in the dirt,” is how he described the place.
It was the Potters’ decorating, Mr. Bennett said, that helped buyers look beyond the remnants of the house’s hard times. “Sheila and Peter give a house flair and sophistication,” he said. “I think there is probably a need for them more now than ever, because people lack imagination. A lot of people are made of money, and can make money, but fine taste and money don’t always go together.”
Which brings us, ineluctably, to the wet bars. Ms. Potter showed off all three in the Bohicket spec house, including the one in the master bedroom, which is like a little kitchenette, with all-white wainscoting and a granite counter. “Isn’t it weird?” she said. “Like an ice cream parlor. What happened to going downstairs for a glass of water?”
Ms. Potter, who has the husky voice of a former smoker, apologized when a reporter tripped over a little Chinese chest. She apologized, too, for the drive from the airport and for the house’s inadequacies.
“I’m so sorry,” she said again, turning on the lights in the downstairs bathroom.
“It’s the world’s worst powder room. No place to hang a towel.”
But there were Porthault hand towels stacked behind the toilet (the terry cloth ones that really dry your hands), and on the wall, a Japanese wood-block print Mr. Potter found at a thrift shop in Washington, D.C. “Five dollars,” he whispered. “So happy to have a Hiroshige, they are very famous.”
Ms. Potter rolled her eyes. “No, they’re not,” she said.
“Oh, dear,” she added. “Everything looks rather tatty, because it is.”
Tatty, sure. But the Sèvres china on a shelf came from Versailles, by way of Pauline de Rothschild, a cousin of Mr. Potter’s. This kind of tatty can burnish a whole house, even a developer’s special. Assembling old-money objects to provide ballast for new money is a time-tested formula; it’s the look that made Ralph Lauren a billionaire.
You imagine that you, too, could live like a pasha here, never mind that the furniture is not for sale and that the flowers in the deceptively offhand arrangements tucked into silver christening cups weren’t picked in the garden (there is no garden), but chosen by Ms. Potter and ordered from Fischer & Page, a flower wholesaler on 28th Street in Manhattan who sends grape hyacinth and ranunculus by FedEx. (Ms. Potter spent a few years in the 1980s doing the flowers for Pino Luongo’s restaurants.)
The Bohicket house was built on property bought by developers at the height of the real estate boom, said Debbie Fisher, owner of Handsome Properties, and the third agent to have the listing. And it hasn’t been easy to market.
“It’s a great property,” she said. “Because it’s on deep water on the Bohicket River. But the house was hard to wrap your head around.”
When Ms. Fisher got the listing, she dropped the price by $100,000, and brought in the Potters, whom she knew by reputation. “Having them there makes it not seem like a desperate sale,” she said.
AS Tom Scheerer, a Manhattan decorator who spent six years in Charleston, noted, “One of the obvious ironies is that no one will ever live as well in these houses as Sheila and Peter do.”
He added: “I have a vision of Peter in a French striped-sailor shirt, cigarette dangling, buttering Sheila’s toast, Gerald Murphy without the paint box and the dual trust funds.” (In fact, the Potters no longer smoke. It’s bad for business.)
Ms. Potter grew up on Sutton Place, in Connecticut and on a thoroughbred farm in County Kildare, Ireland. Her godmother was Sybil Connolly, the Irish designer who dressed Jackie Kennedy (Ms. Potter has six of Ms. Connolly’s dresses, though she said she doesn’t have much occasion to wear them).
Mr. Potter, the child of foreign service officers, was born in Norway and raised all over the world: Washington; Ho Chi Minh City, Vietnam; Dar es Salaam, Tanzania; Hong Kong.
The two met in Manhattan in the 1980s, Whit Stillman’s Manhattan, where young women like Ms. Potter wore mink coats to Upper East Side clubs like the Zulu Lounge and Private’s.
“The doormen called her a ‘minkie,’ ” Mr. Potter said. He was a D.J. and a manager at these places and others (Nell’s, the Tunnel), a haughty aristocrat who made deft mixes and kept a young Madonna, who plied him with her EPs, at bay. “The only song I liked from that untalented woman was ‘Holiday,’ ” he said.
Ms. Potter made decalcomania lamps, glass fixtures collaged on the inside with cutouts from botanical and other prints, which she sold to socialites like Mercedes Bass and decorators like Sister Parish. She also took photographs, 35-millimeter black-and-white prints of street scenes in New York and Ireland, and women preening in the bathrooms of clubs. (Mr. Potter showed the reporter one example, a model in high-1980s fashion on a Manhattan street, but Ms. Potter quickly snatched it away, glaring at her husband. She is shy about this work; he thinks it’s terrific.)
When the ’90s rolled around, Manhattan was not as much fun as it had been, they said, and the Potters moved to Litchfield, Conn., first to a house of their own, and then, when their savings ran low, to a house that Ms. Potter’s father owned and wanted to sell. “We moved all our furniture in, and it sold in three months,” Ms. Potter said. “Our first staging job.”
Charleston was easier on the pocketbook, though, and warmer, than Connecticut. And the Potters already had friends there.
Because Charleston is a house town, the purchase and gussying up of its trophy properties — the huge antebellum confections, the clapboard “single houses” with their side piazzas, the sherbet-colored stuccos on Rainbow Row — is a hobby for its residents, many of whom are part-timers. These houses define Charleston’s social life, attracting people who collect real estate (rich people, mostly, looking for second or third homes), but also those in the creative classes. Mr. Scheerer bought a house on impulse during a two-hour visit there with a client.
He and the Potters, who have friends in common, arrived around the same time. “It’s a cheap place to live,” Mr. Scheerer said. “And when we got there, it was just starting to burgeon.”
The Potters moved into a $500-a-month, one-room rental on Rainbow Row, and did it up, Potter-style, with Mr. Scheerer’s help. When a larger apartment upstairs became vacant, they moved in and did that up, too.
Eight months later, the building was converted to condominiums, but another opportunity presented itself: a friend who was getting divorced asked the Potters to move into her empty house. When it sold nine months later, they realized they had stumbled into a career. A condo in a developer’s “town home” that the Potters staged next sold so quickly — in four months — that the developer moved them into the mirror image apartment across the street.
The worst house they ever staged was also the one they spent the least amount of time in: just 10 days. It was a Charleston “single house,” a clapboard structure one-room deep on the street side, that a local rock band had been living in. There was gum embedded in the pine floors, which were strewn with beer bottles and condoms. The owner had somehow forgotten to clean the house.
“But we’d already said ‘yes,’ ” Ms. Potter explained. “And our word is our word.”
“We had just hung up the last picture,” Mr. Potter said, when a couple from England offered all cash for the place, perhaps because the Potters’ furniture was so familiar to them. An 18th-century Irish hunt table that had belonged to Ms. Potter’s family (it’s here on Bohicket Road, behind Ms. Potter’s mother’s sofa) was the twin of a table they had.
These coincidences do occur. In the Greek revival house, a potential buyer recognized his brother in a photo of Mr. Potter’s grammar school football team.
When the Potters are between houses — this happens — they stay at a place that belongs to a friend (Melinda Mitchell, a local real estate agent, who owns a number of rental properties). “When the clock is ticking,” Ms. Potter said, “she takes care of us.” Their things are stored in three 10-by-20-foot storage units.
This house, which they moved into with 300 boxes, used up the contents of two of those units.
It takes them about two weeks to decorate a house, and they always do their bedroom first. They don’t sketch out the rooms beforehand. They place the furniture by eye, and quickly. They can fill a house, mentally, on the first walk-through.
“It’s definitely an old-money look, that’s for sure,” Mr. Scheerer said. “There are travel references, the Chinese furniture from his father’s tour of duty. The furniture is very polished because Peter is a chronic furniture polisher. Sheila is an inveterate thrifter, and she’s been able to add to the look. She’s also fantastic with flowers, one of the best.”
The Potters are a paradox, moored down by their stuff, but floating free in an accidental career. Wouldn’t they like to settle down?
Mr. Potter grinned. “Yeah, in a way, it would be lovely to own your own house, and pay taxes and insurance,” he said. “Buy a shotgun.” (Mr. Potter has a strong libertarian streak.)
How long does it take for a new house to feel like a home?
Ms. Potter answered this one: “It always does, immediately, because it’s always our stuff,” she said.
“It’s sort of horrible, being a collector,” Mr. Potter said. “I guess because you don’t own your things, they own you.”
But unlike most collectors, you remind him, he is able to put his things to work.
In a guest bedroom at the Bohicket house, four swoops of slightly frayed silk damask that hang over the windows amp up the space.
“We just happened to have four,” he said.
“Sometimes we forget what we have,” Ms. Potter added.
In the dining room are a pair of intricate 18th-century thread “paintings,” and upstairs, a “million-dollar” Boston banjo clock.
“It’s not worth a million dollars,” Ms. Potter said.
What would the Potters do with a million dollars?
“Buy a little apartment in New York,” Mr. Potter said.
“Travel,” Ms. Potter said.
Three weeks ago, they heard from Ms. Fisher. “I have bad news,” she said. An offer had come in.
“But that’s good news,” Ms. Potter replied. “We sold a house in five-and-a-half months. I’ve started packing.”
That takes longer than moving in, she said. At least three weeks.
Is there a soundtrack for that?
“There is,” she said. “Bubble wrap and James Brown. You know the one, ‘Get Up Offa That Thing’?”
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Community Meeting 9/14 at Francis Parker School RE: Plaque Thefts

9 Sep

Dear Resident, 

MISSION HILLS COMMUNITY MEETING
SEPTEMBER 14/WEDNESDAY – 6:00 PM TO 8:00 PM
FRANCIS PARKER SCHOOL (4201 Randolph St.)
TOPIC: STOLEN PLAQUES IN MISSION HILLS
BACKGROUND: Since late July, there have been at least 24 stolen plaques in Mission Hills; including nine historic plaques (six Inspiration Heights 1909 plaques); community plaques (Grant Elementary School & Pioneer Playground); two individual designation plaques (Griswold and Florence Apt. Buildings along Washington Street) and at least ten individual historic designation plaques from private homes.

PLEASE JOIN THE MISSION HILLS TOWN COUNCIL, MISSION HILLS HERITAGE, MISSION HILLS GARDEN CLUB FOR THIS IMPORTANT COMMUNITY MEETING
INVITED GUESTS: SAN DIEGO POLICE DEPARTMENT
FOR MORE INFO, PLEASE EMAIL TOWN COUNCIL VICE PRESIDENT LARA GATES, laraevans@cox.net
Mission Hills Community Websites:
Mission Hills Town Council: http://missionhillstowncouncil.org Mission Hills Heritage: http://www.missionhillsheritage.org Mission Hills Garden Club: http://www.missionhillsgardenclub.org

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Community Meeting RE: Plaque Theft