…inside which there is a Starbucks.
Of course it is. Just look at all that water!
Gosh, to afford a house like that in Bel Air one would have to be a prince of some sort…
But is the property big enough to build a second house when I outgrow this one?
Without an indoor ice rink I’m totally unimpressed.
It’s closets all the way down?
You think that 180-foot infinity pool is filled with water? Ha! It’s filled with the tears of LA motorists - a 100% renewable resource. Plus, the extra salinity makes it easier to float in.
Let’s call it what it is. That’s no pool, it’s a ce-ment pond. Right, Miss Hathaway?
So do I need to drive up to that pool and cry into it, or are there convenient tear-collection stations set up in other neighborhoods? Or will the gubmint be setting up collection tubes in our cars? I want to help.
I’ll bet you give out raisins on Halloween, too.
That’s the amusing thing about houses that try to rise above their location: in order to attempt to justify the price tag, they myopically focus on the square footage and number of gold toilet seats and master bedrooms finished in plundered marble or whatever; and end up clashing badly with their surroundings.
Plus, most of the people with half a billion dollars to drop on a house would probably rather have a slightly smaller infinity pool and a slightly larger buffer zone between them and the nearest land it’s legal to set up your paparazzi op from. I have no doubt that the architect has concealed the fortress architecture as tactfully as possible; but it’s hard to build too much of that in before a bit of gilded cage creeps in as well.
I pulled up to the house about 7 or 8 and I yelled to the cabbie ‘Yo homes smell ya later’ I looked at my kingdom I was finally there To sit on my throne as the Prince of Bel Air
Nope, the inner closet’s closet on the her side is the panic room. Seriously, read the room tag.
you home away from home for your “large family”.
Hey, if I discovered my house contained a never-ending series of closets, I’d get a little panicky myself.
Paging Mister Tumnus, white courtesy telephone please, Mister Tumnus.
i am thinking here it’s more like “release the hounds” on Halloween. Nobody’s getting the full bars!
If I was the sort of person who thought I needed a panic room, I wouldn’t really want its location detailed in plans available on the internet.
It comes with its own infinite water supply, so nothing to worry about.
Overall, for that kind of cash, I’d just as soon buy my own small country. In fact, Palau’s GDP is a steal at 164 million dollars, according to Wikipedia.