Ahh Sydney so many cons – radio jocks, traffic, property prices – and yet all it has to do is flash that winning vista and all is forgiven. Suffice to say on a global comparison the position and views here are right up there. But that’s not why we’re here, any carpet bagger with millions can get a similar view in the Emerald City, what they can’t all get is a Mid-Century marvel in disguise. The photos and indeed the entire pitch for this never-before-sold, classic 60s wonderland is kinda-sorta meh and it’s taken screen shots of the video to underline the possibly wonderful Modern design. Check that skillion roofline, stone fireplace, timber lined bedrooms and winning discrete front entry leading into a cavalcade of ever more wild attributes like boulder grotto spa and peacock pegboard tiki bar to say nothing of the Fantasy Island tropical estate gardens – ooh baby. All that said, as a home it is tired. It’s had some janky additions over the years (colonial kitchen and tacked on tin awning deserving special call-outs) and it’s pleading for a little love and brilliant eye to fashion it back to the highsteppin’ residence it really is. At a lazy 4 million, we’re not holding our breath it could just as easily transformed into a baroque sideshow or snow-blind Hamptons inn but we know in it’s bones it is all Mid-Century party pad and deserves to be returned to the golden age in which it was built.
Like so many reclusive dames, this once life and location of the party now sits moldering away amid the birdsong and breeze, silent as a stone as the beamers and 4WDs coast past. A capsule of swingin’ times now superseded by other residences nearby of larger breadth and european appliances whose inhabitants have traded Tupperware and key parties for wellness retreats and luxe athleasure wear. Let’s shoot her one more glance and a wink adieu before her likely last hot date – that with a bulldozer.