House of the Day: 105 St. Marks Avenue
For a house that is described in the listing as “flawless and gracious,” 105 St. Marks Avenue could do with some more photos. (Update: When we wrote this up on Friday there were only four small photos. They’ve got a lot more up now!) Sure, the three interior shots provided look nice, but for all…
For a house that is described in the listing as “flawless and gracious,” 105 St. Marks Avenue could do with some more photos. (Update: When we wrote this up on Friday there were only four small photos. They’ve got a lot more up now!) Sure, the three interior shots provided look nice, but for all we know the rest of the house could be a warren of small rooms with dropped ceilings and recessed lighting! Seriously though, show us your stuff, especially when you are asking $2,500,000 for a house in Prospect Heights, a bold move in this market. We’re not saying this couldn’t be a $2,500,000 house, but we need a little more convincing.
105 St. Marks Avenue [Corcoran] GMAP P*Shark
Tze Chun Dance Company is performing in this lovely property this month:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TMp7g_zlzV4
http://www.TzeChunDance.com for more information.
Oh, I just found this: “everytime you mention track or recessed lighting in a negative manner i LOL to myself hardcore, it’s almost as absurd as my intense fear of peakcocks.”
Rob, is that as funny as I think it is? Not to belittle your intense fear of peakcocks, but really.
This house seems like the ultimate. It doesn’t look renovated at all, and yet it has all new mechanicals and central air. I particularly like the traditional wall colors and dark wood.
As for the floors, they look like pine. Perhaps they chose a high-shine gym finish to protect them.
I assume there are no pictures of kitchens and baths because they are unfinished, so the buyer can choose the number and location.
I’m not up on Prospect Heights prices, but $2.5 does sound outlandish.
Miss Fox, her name was Miss Fox. For real.
That sounds like a Dickens story, the assistant principal sadist with the twin girls.
I had a sadist teacher in second grade. Pure sadist.
Great story as usual NOP but the cruelty you describe is really heart breaking. We remember witnessing this sort of abuse first hand once in a trip to the 3rd world…..trop dommage but such is the hard nature of poverty.
Anyways back to the house this price is beyond delusional. The renovation is okay to good in our estimation with nice doors and great fire places. The floors and paint are easy to fix….maybe its the pictures but the finishing seems a little lacking.
Maly you are probably more upset at the idea that this is a flip that is foolishly overpriced a sentiment we certainly agree with but don’t you think this is an okay renovation (Given that there are no photos of kitchen and baths)?
BTW, NOP, yes, school used to have a lot of humiliation going on…School was strict and abuse was rampant. Ugh. I shudder at it. I was angered at the asst. principal quote above…and God knows it’s from HOW many years ago. I guess it strikes a cord and is upsetting.
I’m with Mr. NOP (Hi NOP!)
Shocking! Positively shocking! I think these two surreal estate agents should take a step back, take a deep breath and drop the price.
AND, I just can’t believe a Corcoran listing would have such lousy photos for this kind of asking price. And that itty bitty floor plan? I can’t see anything on it.
I would rather not live in this block so near to Flatbush but it certainly IS a convenient location…still, time for reality check, Guys!
Brownstoner:
Two-and-a-half-million dollars for an old brownstone on the “wrong” side of Flatbush Avenue! My Park-Slope grandparents must be spinning in their graves!
When I was a boy during the 1950s and 1960s, this was considered the “tatty” end of my neighborhood, Crown Heights, where a few school friends lived in gloomy brownstones on empty, grey streets.
The houses were usually carved into apartments, and none of their parents’ best efforts could cheer the places up. The nearby apartment buildings on Grand Army Plaza were still pretty grand, but Flatbush Avenue was forlorn.
The area’s social status was no better represented than by my two grade-school friends, M + R, who were twin girls and lived off Carlton Avenue. Although it didn’t register much then, it did as I grew older and could look back: they were classic poor Irish-American kids of the Pete Hamill variety, called “dirty” by our school’s assistant principal, who — sadist — liked to humiliate them in front of their classmates. The twins were stoics, though, and never lashed back, even as their taut expressions in the face of such cruelty left a deep impression on me.
“Look at you!” the assistant principal would scream. “You’re filthy! You come to school like that?!”
Two-and-a-half million? M + R would be as surprised as my grandparents.
Nostalgic on Park Avenue