This is it kids. I want it. I need it. I have to have it. Just because it's around 2.5 milllllllllliiiiooooonnnn dollars means nothing to me. Oh, and it's not for sale. Also nothing. Annnnd, it's in NYC. Still....means absolutely nada, zippo, zilch.
Where there's a will there's a way. Or, so I've been told. Since I have the will part covered ... here's the brilliant, audience participatory plan I've concocted to make this baby miiiiine. I'll suit up (anyone have a Minnie Mouse Halloween mask I can borrow?), leisurely stroll into a bank (doesn't matter which one. I mean really, they allll have money, right?) rob it, and someone (here's your part) needs to have the getaway car ready to go ala old-time mobster style. Annnnnnd, that's where I need the brave and stupid, errrrr, I mean brave and generous volunteers to come forward. Who's with me? Anyone feeling like a little Babyface Nelson action? Anyone? Anyone?
No!?! Really, I'm shocked. I thought someone would have bitten.
Especially, with a no-fail plan like that!
Well, okay then. Hear that Po-Po? The plan's off. No need to grab the cuffs.
I was only joking anyway (kinda.)
So, now that we have my drama laden, potential federal penitentiary story out of the way. I bet you want to actually know the details on this lovely hunka-burning apartment love.
What we have here, is the 211 Elizabeth building, located in Nolita (North of Little Italy,) decorated by the fabulous Roman and Williams. Kinda killer right? Let's have a look at the rest of the place before I start begging.
Goooood grief, have a look at all those windows and that silky black trim. I'm literally breaking out in song as I type.
Below is another apartment in the same building. The living room dressed a bit differently (simpler) but it's still lovely.
This is probably one of the sexiest kitchens I have ever seen. A little more rustic (with all the butcher-block) than my typical choice, but still. Yum!
This little eat-in is kinda cozy! I'm sure I can speak for many when I say, the herringbone floors just make me weep they are so amazing.
Glorious bathrooms all Carrara'd out! Ohhhh, that tub. Just perfection.
Thus ends the tour. Did it have you at "hello"? All I can think to myself is, "Damn, the things I could do with that place in my sweaty little Italian palms."
Oh, and the plan? Just give it think and get back to me. K?