BUYER: Ty Pennington
LOCATION: West 23rd Street, New York, NY
PRICE: $2,495,000 (asking)
SIZE: 1,696 square feet, 2 bedrooms, 2 bathrooms
DESCRIPTION: ...Kitchens are bold, architectural statements in greys and creams with Varenna cabinetry and European appliances from Miele and Gaggenau. Clean, sparse lines inform the luxurious baths, fitted with glass tile, rich teak and macassar ebony, and fixtures from Duravit, Zuma, and Prato Milano. In addition to the second bedroom, an elegant master suite offers a large private balcony with views to the north. Also includes wide-planked wenge hardwood flooring throughout, 11' hand-plastered ceilings, central climate control, video security, and expansive storage.
YOUR MAMAS NOTES: Recently, neighborhood tattle-tales have been buzzing with the rumor that television heart throb Ty Pennington, who hosts that upsetting program Extreme Makeover: Home Edition, purchased a pied a terre in the very same celeb-friendly far West Chelsea neighborhood of Manhattan where Your Mama and the Dr. Cooter maintain a New York City apartment. Over the weekend, the gossip gurls at PageSix.com confirmed that the comely carpenter did indeed scoop up a condo in a newly constructed and much bally-hooed building on bizzy West 23rd Street.
Property and deed records have yet to be filed, but if Your Mama has put the pieces together properly– and we're quite certain we have–it appears that Mister Pennington picked up a condo at the sliver of a building known as the High Line 519. Listing information for L.A. based Mister Pennington's East Coast crib, indicates that the full floor unit measures 1,696 square feet and includes 2 bedrooms and 2 bathrooms, all sorts of sleek and sexy interior fittings and finishes, and a small north facing balcony overlooking the eagerly awaited and spectacular Diller Scofido + Renfro designed High Line Park.
While Your Mama does not have much love for the amoebic grills that have been affixed to the front facade of the building to provide visually interesting safety railings for balconies as well as a certain amount of privacy for the well-heeled residents who will face the challenge of coping with floor to ceiling glazing facing the heavily trafficked West 23rd Street, we find the floor plan of Mister Pennington's narrow unit to be reasonably well resolved with a nice separation of space between the public and private areas.
It will come as no surprise to any of the children that Your Mama is fond of the dark wenge floors, the eye ball burning white walls (which will no doubt be changed up by some of the residents), and the 11' Venetian plaster ceilings. We even like that big white kitchen. However, we would have preferred to see a half bath slipped into the plan and we're completely freaked out by the stacked laundry facilities being placed in the master bathroom. Yes, some of you children will probably make the argument that the the dirty clothes of the sophisticated residents of this building will either be dry cleaned or be washed by Melinda the maid. But even still, who wants their clothes cleaned in the very same room they poop and primp? Not Your Mama and not for $2,500,000.
Interestingly, the PageSix.com gurls also reported that the Mister Pennington was recently spotted shopping for very expensive Italian designed furniture in SoHo. Does this mean he will not be filling the place up with all that crap from his inexpensive and eponymous line of furniture and other home products sold at Sears? Is anyone surprised by that?
Property records reveal that when in Los Angeles, the spikey haired and often shirtless Mister Pennington shacks up in a 2,102 square foot cottage on Crestmoore Place in the beach and (formerly) bohemian enclave of Venice. Records show he purchased the 4 bedroom and 3 bathroom house in January of 2004 for $1,100,000.
With Mister Pennington moving to our NYC 'hood, Your Mama expects we'll soon see yet another big black SUV idling at the curb on 23rd Street waiting to pick up just one more of the neighborhoods big name residents. We just ask one thing from these celebrity drivers...could you at least turn the damn car off instead of idling at the curb for 2 hours wasting gas and giving Your Mama a migraine from the car exhaust? Thank you babies.