BEL AIR, LOS ANGELES, CALIFORNIA
Coveted Bel Air is famous for its star-studded residents and spectacular homes. Even within a neighborhood where multi-million-dollar estates are the norm, The One drips in luxury beyond comparison. Luscious greenery and stunning architecture throughout Bel Air’s winding roads create a true oasis under the sunny California sky. Together with nearby Holmby Hills and Beverly Hills, just 15 minutes away, Bel Air completes the Platinum Triangle of idyllic and prosperous communities. Tucked in the foothills of the Santa Monica mountains, the dramatic snow-capped peaks are a welcome addition to the stunning landscape. Sit front-row to sunrises over the Pacific Ocean and bask in The One’s panoramic views long after L.A.’s city lights brighten the night sky. Wander Rodeo Drive for unrivaled shopping. UCLA, downtown Los Angeles, and LAX are a quick drive away. Relax in tranquil Bel Air with all the conveniences and excitement of bustling L.A. just a stone’s throw away, yours to explore.
$250,000 bidder deposit required
High bid subject to court approval
Total: 105,000sf | 3.8ac | 21 bedrooms | 42 full and 7 half bathroomsArchitectural Features | 360-degree views of the Pacific Ocean, downtown Los Angeles, and the San Gabriel Mountains; Designed and decorated with a neutral palette that features the stunning landscape and clever use of water throughout to treat the senses; Filled with custom-curated artworks including a rotating custom statue in the grand foyer by Mike Fields, butterfly installation by Stephen Wilson on the lower level, and custom sculpture from Italian glass artist Simone Cenedese just outdoors (Artwork available for purchase separately, please inquire); 26-foot ceilings; an approximately 5,000 square foot primary suite with private pool and massive walk-in closet; Private two-story library or office with balcony, custom-made LED and black hand-lacquered built-ins from Italy, and water features touching three window walls; Nightclub with VIP area
Outdoor Features | 5 pools and custom water features; Main pool with infinity edge on three sizes and massive deck, spa, and covered entertaining space; 10,000 square foot sky deck; Sprawling yard with thirty-foot-high palms; Surrounded on 3 sides by a moat and 400-foot long glass-walled jogging track; Sprawling covered patios blurring the line between indoor and out
Additional Spaces | 4,000sf, three-bedroom guest house with floor-to-ceiling windows, an Oto Murano chandelier by Vistosi, and parquet flooring; 7-bedroom staff quarters; Custom bar with smoked-mirror backsplash and marble countertops; Cigar lounge; Four-lane bowling alley; 40+ seat movie Dolby Digital theater; Putting green; Wellness center and gym with Technogym equipment and 64-foot indoor pool; Full-service hair and beauty salon; Juice bar; Tennis court; 10,000-bottle wine cellar
Other Amenities | 30-plus car garage with two car display turntables; Six elevators
Location | 5 minutes to UCLA; 15 minutes to Rodeo Drive; 15 minutes to Beverly Hills; 25 minutes to downtown Los Angeles; 25 minutes to Los Angeles International Airport
America’s Most Expensive & Largest Residence Listed for $295M | No Reserve Bidding Opens: Feb 28, 2022 7 PM EST
Well . . . there goes the neighborhood.
Gerard Van der Leun
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“Sit front-row to sunrises over the Pacific Ocean.” Must be a heck of a house to have the sun rise in the West!!
Easy. It’s got a 360 degree view of the Pacific.
Their cigars, cheeseburgers, chicken wings, bed-comfort, and Wild Turkey 101 ain’t better than mine. So, f$#@ ’em and the vanity they rode in on.
295 million? It’s in the middle of everything I detest. Personally I wouldn’t give five bucks. My family always taught us, it’s not the house, it’s what’s going on inside that makes life grand.
Imagine how many “ reasonable homes” could be built for that kind of money. How many people could be given a helping hand,,assistance on their first home, with that kind of money.
In my crazy life, I’ve got many very wealthy friends. I feel sorry for roughly half of them. Huge residences, amazing residences, echo chambers.
Lack everything important about life. Close proximity to loved ones, laughing, living, separate bedrooms from their wives? I couldn’t imagine separate bedrooms. I didn’t get married forty years ago to not have the honor of sleeping next to my wife, my best friend, my lover, my whore, my confidant, the woman who honored me with children. Just doesn’t compute in my pea brain
Na, I’ll keep my little house jammed packed with OUR things. Things we bought together.
Wife husband pecking orders are very interesting. When we were first married, I bought a vacuum cleaner from a traveling salesman. It was the very unit I’d grown up with, I was an expert on its uses. Man, I did good, she’s going to be very pleased.
Turns out my wife was not pleased, in fact, she was hurt, I’d entered into her domain and made a purchase.
I was confused apparently my face showed it. A wise wise man stopped by later that day, after I told him about my good deed, he told me this.
“Son, men don’t buy vacuum cleaners mixers kitchen appliances, and women don’t purchase lawnmowers, trimmers, or drill presses. Don’t question it it’s just how God made it!”
Perhaps the single most important lesson learned.
VI
You just wrote—and you are still living—the greatest love story I have ever read.
Like you, Dirk, the wife and I live in a smaller home, just under 1,600 square feet. Paid $72K for it in September 92. We’ll have been here so years straight in September of this year. Of our 4 kids, two daughters and one of my twin sons, and our six grandkids, live with 5 miles of what is still called by them “their home.” The other twin son lives down in Bradenton, FL, but he tells me this is all part of his plan to get back close to home. I do not doubt him in the least. I tell everyone we live large! And we do. A blessed life indeed!
When I visited LA last, I did get up to a mansion in this category of high-end. I told my kids we were going to “Tony Stark’s mansion.” It certainly had that view, and Catalina Island would fade in and fade out as the sunset became like a hundred different jewels, one aspect at a time over the course of almost 2 hours. I had a couple or three of different patrons whom I fell in with (one very famous), however I am intimidated by them and their wealth. It is rather hard to hit the right plane with people that wealthy, even though I am probably the most completely full-of-shit person I know. I still cannot seem to gather myself enough to be “friends” with these students of mine. Perhaps I’ll live long enough to do so, but in these current times everything is now estranged. I am estranged from my friends all over the USA who want me to travel to teach; I am telling them that I will not participate in Covid at any level – no travel, no protocols of any kind whatsoever.
The vaxed magically feel that they are immune from this political climate. far from it: unless you are among the elite you are just a subject. Vaxheads will go to the same camps as the filthy unvaxed, because: history.
Back on topic. The super rich, whom I’ve met just a little. The super poor, whom we’ve seen encamped all up and down the West Coast. This begs the question: what of the middle class? I just listened to a VDH interview where he says the MC is being emptied out and weakened politically at a fast rate. We all know the reason: Marx. The middle Class are a shaped charge weapon more powerful than the unwashed masses and the rich – except if the Left can destroy their numbers. It’s the reason the Left wants the economy to go to hell.
Reporting from behind the lines, Casey Klahn.
This is chicken feed for Hillary. With her 2+ Billion in (world class)
Foundation bribe money she could have bought at least
six of these little shacks. As far as I know, only the Fed banking cabal
has stolen more.
When my son was a porno director in Hollywood (Worked for Playboy) he lived in Bel Air for a while. House wasn’t much different from a double wide trailer but it was in Bel Air. My daughter, the no neck construction stiff (P.E. licensed engineer), had a fairly grand house and ranch down above Anchorage. They’re both back up here in North Pole now, with properties bordering mine, their houses within a quarter mile of mine.
Tommy Wolfe was wrong, you can go home again, -if you pick the right place as home.
“Library”? Looks more like a glorified porno stash.
Extra points for spotting the Playboys
Been wanting to ask… Did you ever get to see Bob G’s fabled however many thousand suits automated wardrobe? IIRC read a spread about it in Omni (naturally).
That size seems more like an apartment building. If it ever sells will probably be to a large corporation.
If I had just 1 percent of that selling price I’d get a thousand acres in the mountains where the closest human was at least 5 miles away and build a self contained off grid domicile about 2000 square feet and an equal size stand alone workshop, and keep the leftover in cash and PM’s.
We live right at the foot of the Puente Hills, right on the Orange, and Los Angeles County line. I recall the time when there were few large homes up in the hills, and by “large”, I mean four bedroom. Most of the homes in the Heights weren’t any different than what you’d see in the towns below. The ideal was a cozy, human scale house nestled into five, or more acres on one of the quiet hill sides.
Of course that has changed. The Heights formed their own city long ago, and lot size dropped to less than an acre. There’s lots of foreign money up there now, and they build right up to the edge of the property line. There’s a row of giant “fuck-you” mansions right on the ridgeline of the hills just west of our place. You can see them from south of the Boulevard below. I’ve seen them up close, and they are all the size of a decent motel. There was a bluff in the West Heights we called Flattop. It commands a view every bit as fine as this one in Bel Air. Back in the day, Flattop was the local Lovers’ Lane, and hippie trippin’ spot. Now it is a giant house. Not so grand as this, but that spectacular view is now one man’s possession. Don’t get me wrong; I do not begrudge the wealthy their wealth. Those guys don’t get there without workin’ for it, and if I had the bucks to buy Flattop, I would be up there, now. But who lives in that much house? What does one do with a dozen bedrooms? (Invite guests?)
JWM
In that entire gaudy mess the only “reading material” is pornography. Not one book is to be seen in all its 105,000 square feet. The displayed artwork is childish and crude. It is a barren wasteland bereft of life and culture. My apartment measures 680 square feet. In it you can find 1000 books on History, Theology, Philosophy, Literature, Poetry and Drama. If you desire music you can listen to almost the entire works of Classical composers from the Renaissance to the mid 20th century. My collection of African, Middle Eastern and Latin American music is one of the largest in Oklahoma. No brag. Just fact.
A “vulgarian” is defined as:
“A person who makes an ostentatious display of wealth and is often poorly educated or lacking in refinement.”
That portrays perfectly those who would live—if such an existence could be called living—in such a garish monstrosity.
295 million dollars.
I agree with Mike- what a vulgar display of excessive wealth, especially for a building located in a 3rd world country of a state.
And why build it in a Seismic 8 zone– in proximity to the Raymond fault, the Santa Monica fault, the Hollywood fault, the Newport-Inglewood fault, and the San Jacinto and Elsinore faults?
Because it’s in such a heavily liberalized area, I suppose everyone there will just ignore all the liberal hypocrisy it displays– like having a giant “carbon footprint,” such excessive use of water in a drought-stricken state, etc.
I had forgotten the problems of water availability and earthquakes. Either one would preclude a normal person from settling in that vulgar and ostentatious eyesore. And I should add that, when things go “spicy”, it will make a nice target for groups of joggers. No matter how much one spends on security—the latest “mission impossible” gadgetry, a large and permanent group of professional Janissaries, walls and such—no amount of planning will work in the long run, or even the short run. In any real crisis the guards will abandon that place to deal with their own families. If the lights go out—a common California problem—there goes the fancy electronic wizardry.
The place is a “white elephant”:
“a property requiring much care and expense and yielding little profit; an object no longer of value to its owner but of value to others.”
My place is easily defended, does not at all stand out, gives no hint of what is inside—2nd Amendment gear, 30 days worth of food, lights, batteries, 35 gallons of stored water, fuel and so on—and exactly resembles 450 other units in the complex. My chances of surviving some societal breakdown are remarkably good; the chances of survival of whoever lives in that “white house” are nonexistent.
It would make a nice tomb however.
On a joint like that, most of us couldn’t even afford the annual property tax.
Yes, a full time staff of security, maintenance and housekeeping would be required. I wouldn’t want all those folks around 24×7. I would want privacy. When I lived in Metro-Manila through most of 2002-2003, I could have easily afforded a maid, but if I want to walk around in my underwear I am going to do so. I hired my now wife’s maid to come over on Saturday, do all the laundry, wash the car, make some dinner then leave.
Excellent point. With all those security types scampering about those huge windows render no privacy at all. Then what would be their point?
As the old saying goes, the residents of that glass house cannot “throw stones.”
If a quake, riot, or other disaster might shatter all those glass walls, how could they ever expect to secure it? I remember reading of the immediate and extreme shortage of plywood, etc. after the 1994 Reseda quake, and scalpers trying to sell 1/4″ plywood for $250-$300 per sheet.
And disasters or not, now that everyone and their dog owns camera drones, their privacy is nonexistent.
In perspective, just imagine how many hundreds, if not thousands of homeless people live in the surrounding areas of that home. A mansion in a cesspool is not really a mansion, it’s just a giant bubble.
Thanks, but 3200 square feet of home is all I’ll ever need, and the cinder block walls it’s constructed of are hundredfold better (and safer) than glass.