Seeing a spider the size of a doberman dangling from the living room might not be too odd… If the home hadn’t been sitting on the market since April.
Also note that they made sure to include a few photos of “the help.” So classy.
And the boat of course.
And the boat at night.
Because how the boat looks at night is what really sells this 5.5 million dollar home.
If there’s ever been a piece of decor that didn’t fit the style….
Nouveau Riche… yuck. Opulence for its own sake. Glaringly apparent expense with very little artistic merit. Sigh… They didn’t even bother to use a decent photographer, which might have helped make the place look marginally better than it really is. There’s not even a sense of visual balance, let alone style. And just from a practical standpoint this place is definitely not kid-friendly. Zero railings at the dock or even a curb surrounding that Gods-awful little pool under the main staircase.
Speaking of the staircase… a pity it’s a “dual” staircase – a “duel” staircase would have been so much more fun. ARGH!!!
Sadly the charming little pools were my favorite part of it. I just wanted to jump in.
Looks to me like no one ever lived there as a primary residence. Thus the lack of concern for kids or tasteful decor.
It seemed that they were really emphasizing the entertaining parts. Like ‘here’s the dining area, here’s the catering, here’s the boat’. The focus seems to be less on living there and more on having a second (or third whatever) house to have a party/fundraiser/reception at.
This is the little 5.5M place you have in FL that your family or friends can hang at during vacations/reunions/etc. Not where you actually live.
I’m willing to bet that the owners of this interior design atrocity aren’t renowned for their exquisite taste…or class.
I agree. My guess was:
“No, no, let’s not involve the family office – my prospective ex-spouse will go ballistic. Just use these pictures from that time we landed the old boat down there while the caterers were setting up for that Halloween party. Geez, that went over like a bag of wet turds – but let me suggest unloading the place and I’ll never hear the end of it. Oh, no. No, the way to do it is you just bring a solid offer, all ‘Sign here for the money’ – then, Boom! – no more seaside sandpits estate. Watch and learn, kiddo.