I'm a bit lost for words with this house

Yuck yuck yuck.

Spofforth would have been a gem in its original state. I can almost see the bewildered face of the agent who wrote up the description.

 

I reckon as wierd as it is, an extensive repaint could work wonders even if they did paint the floors blue. Oran Park is all structural. I thought Cremorne looked like a "swingers house" but then background suggest "the circus house" was more a art venue. But you cant polish a turd

Known as the “Duchess of Cremorne”, George Hayim lived and died by his own rules, close friends say. The openly gay man was a colourful Mosman identity, who called his lurid red house on Spofforth St home for about 30 years. He died approx 10 years ago aged 90 at that time

Mr Hayim’s long-term carer, Karen Lindley, said he died in his bed, listening to Maria Callas, with his beloved great dane, Pushkin.“He had no regrets, he died exactly as he wanted to,” Ms Lindley said. “He was flamboyant and eccentric and very wilful, but he was the most generous man.”

Born in Shanghai in 1920 to millionaire parents - a Russian mother and Iraqi-Jewish father - Hayim enjoyed an opulent and privileged upbringing. He studied at English private boys school Harrow before serving in the navy during World War II. Mr Hayim never worked a day in his life but instead travelled the world, pursuing his love of the arts. “He used to spend seven months in Sydney, three months in Paris and three months in his London apartment,” Ms Lindley said. He was fluent in seven languages and could sing along with operas.
He would often wander the streets of Mosman in his pyjamas or underpants.

A devoted fan of film and theatre, Mr Hayim was seen at Cremorne Orpheum three times a week for decades. ``He was a meddler with a fabulous sense of humour,’’ Ms Lindley said. ``Although he was gay he preferred the company of men with girlfriends.’‘

Mr Hayim also published two books - Obsession (1971), about his passionate love-affair with a young Arab living in France, and Thou Shalt Not Uncover Thy Mother’s Nakedness (1988), an autobiography.

Neighbour and friend Kay Stammers said he entertained ``a constant stream’’ of dignitaries, actors and artists at his home, including David Niven, Noel Coward, Brigitte Bardot, Naomi Watts and Greta Scaachi.

Mr Hayim’s last wish was that he have no funeral service but his body be donated to the University of Sydney for the purposes of science.

I suspect some members of the gay community see he harmed their cause.

 

Holy mackeral! Even if you just consider it's a double storey in a sea of single storeys that is one special house.
I wonder if it's the Pope's Australian batchelor pad

 

Proof positive that having money does not mean you have good taste.

 

My eyes are bleeding from that bathroom.

 

The outside of that one looked really dark & creepy. I nearly lost my lunch looking at the interior.

 

I love it. I don't know why. Just do.

 

I'm ready to go!

 

Oh my God!

 

That's a strong engine!

Strap, yourself down.

Something this powerful could put Jarryd away for life.

 

Hate it. Very Lebanese / miditerrenian. Half of “villas” in Beirut, Turkey and Greece remind me of this one.

Edit: The new money villas, I should add. Not traditional at all.

 

It's well polished.

 

The corners are smooth

 

I bet say that to all the commodores.

 

We had a Leb Aussie working here for a few years. She was born in the south west suburbs. She would have laughed at that house and called it 'full wog', but she would have lived there happily and liked it.

 

Wow does sound very privileged
Even got to live 13 months a year

 

Sharing a recent find in Hong Kong - roughly equivalent to A$2m. Besides the overly personalised fittings, they didn't even bother to clean it up for sale photos.

Here is what the same layout would look like without any modifications (on a higher floor)