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For 75 years, it’s been one of the most lusted-after addresses in the world. Even today, it is steeped in purest luxury, the kind most of us can only imagine. Until now. The story of 740 Park Avenue sweeps across the twentieth century, and Michael Gross tells it in glorious, intimate and unprecedented detail. From the financial shenanigans that preceded the laying of the cornerstone, to the dazzlingly and sometimes decadently rich people who hid behind its walls, this is a sweeping social and economic epic, starring our wealthiest and most powerful old-money families-–Vanderbilt, Rockefeller, Bouvier, Chrysler, Houghton and Harkness-–and today’s new-monied elite: Bronfman, Perelman, Kravis, Steinberg, Koch and Schwarzman.
The Latest News From 740 Park
A Kinder, Gentler Clawback??
The image of former Merrill Lynch boss (and 740 Park penthouse owner) John Thain’s wife asking for a plain paper bag when she went shopping at Hermès not long ago–and then being ridiculed for it–highlights the disconnect between the media’s “the sky is falling” reporting on the economy and the real big picture. The big picture is that people need to be encouraged to start spending again, albeit more carefully, not be shunned for it. So herewith a modest proposal. Since, Andrew Cuomo notwithstanding, odds are we’ll never be able to claw back big bonuses from the greedy, grasping former masters, now destroyers, of the universe as we knew it, how about we do the opposite and shame them into putting that money back into the economy. Not by buying yachts or Maseratis or Park Avenue penthouses, but by using the full force of societal persuasion to convince them that every single bonus dollar they received in, say, the last two years, needs to be spent–now–at retail, in America–in easy increments of $50,000 or less–and at full price, not 70% off. Spend for themselves, for their families, for their multitude of victims, on charities, on total strangers for all I care. But spend that money down. Right now. In return, the news media should promise to praise them, not ridicule them for it. Call it the Small Business Hearts Bankers Program. Even bankers’ wives. If that doesn’t work, we can still try tar and feathers.
Cuomo vs. Thain
Dealbook reveals that NY AG Andrew Cuomo is not taking no for an answer from 740 Park penthouse owner John Thain.
There is such a thing as “Too Many Trophies”
And suddenly there is only one 740 Park apartment on the market—Serena Boardman of Sothebys’ listing of the apartment (4/5C) formerly occupied by the late Randolph and June Speight. Aging I-banker Peter Huang’s duplex next door (4/5D), which had been listed at $38 million (maintenance $10,574), is not (despite reports here and elsewhere) in contract. Rather, it’s off the market. So is the Courtney Sale Ross double duplex (12/13 C&D), which was never formally on the market, but was being not-so-quietly floated by the broker Edward Lee Cave. Reports had the Ross apartment unlisted at $60 million; actually the widow of the Time-Warner mogul Steve Ross was looking for $75 million, my sources say, but yanked it due to lack of interest. And Huang? He’s hanging, waiting to see what happens with the Speight place. “There are too many trophy apartments on the market now,” says a broker in the know. Now, you know, too. One more rich little bonus detail, unreported until now: The 740 flip tax is 3%—paid by the purchaser.
I’ve Got a Little List
In today’s New York magazine, Beth Landman looks at vacancies, real and imagined, at 740 Park Avenue. Lucky for those dying to live there, though the list one broker keeps of aging widows in the building is now down to one name, the owners of once-hot hedge funds and executives of on-the-dole banks are re-filling those soon-to-sell wishlists.
What, Me Ponzi?
In a post from last month that I just caught up with, the blog Zero Hedge hints that another Bernie-Madoff-style tempest may be brewing in the teapot that is 740 Park. “A notable figure in the HF [hedge fund] community, who shall remain nameless but who has been rumored to himself have certain dabblings in the world of beginning P and ending in onzi, can be located on over 20,000 sq. feet in another duplex, at twice the altitude that Ezra sniffs Park avenue’s rarefied air,” author Tyler Durden writes. Alas, there are eight HF notables in the building, so who knows who he means? But the cast of possible protagonists in this poisonous Ponzi prediction includes any number of 740 hedge hogs: apart from the aforementioned Ezra Merkin of the Ariel and Gabriel funds, there are co-op board president Charles (Mr. Alex Kuczynski) Stevenson of Navigator Group, David Ganek of Level Global, Andrew Stone of Petra Capital, Steven Mnuchin of Dune Capital, Israel Englander of Millenium, Thomas Strauss of Ramius, and 740’s favorite l’il 900-pound gorilla, Steve Schwarzman of the Blackstone Group. For once, John Thain, former head of the New York Stock Exchange and Merrill Lynch, can take a breather. Though a central figure in the current Wall Street meltdown, he’s one of the few financiers with a den at 740 who isn’t tied directly to a hedge fund.
UPDATE: Speaking of which, read this.
Take a Swig
Crain’s New York Business reports today on the Great Recession-related troubles of another 740 Park resident, Kent Swig.
Skiing while the economy burned
Today’s New York Times Business section has a devastating account of the fall of Wall Street titan and 740 Park penthouse owner John Thain. It seems he was skiing in Vail in December as the rot at Merrill Lynch revealed itself. And after his forced resignation, he wandered the halls, muttering that all would be lost without him. A performance worthy of Nero himself. Vanity, thy name is Thain.
Red Tag Day
The New York Observer’s Max Abelson reports a first—a price chop at 740 Park Avenue. The late June Speight’s apartment is now on offer for $26 million–$9 million off its original asking price. Run, don’t walk. to get in on this humungous bargain!
Commissions, please
Attention all residents of 740 Park: According to Kelvin Browne in today’s National Post of Canada, while apartments in other east side buildings lose their value, yours “continue to command premium prices,” Peter Huang’s long-on-the-market duplex is now in contract and it’s all thanks to 740 Park, the book. So I hope that when John Thain, Ezra Merkin, et al think of selling their trophy homes, they will also think of sending a few crumbs of thanks my way. They won’t make up for my (relatively pitiful but still painful) stock market losses, but they may salve the wounds. UPDATE: Today’s New York Post has more on the causes and reprecussions of John Thain’s resignation from Bank of America
The rich get poorer
John Thain, the former head of Merrill Lynch, lost his new-ish job with Bank of America today, after it discovered large losses at the brokerage that it bought a few weeks back. Thain, who was running the New York Stock Exchange when he bought the smallest but most beautiful penthouse at 740 Park as a city pied-a-terre for $27.5 million in 2006, is the latest resident of the storied apartment house to find his good fortune tarnished in the Great Recession. This news comes just a day after it was revealed that a year ago, Thain had spent $1.22 million redecorating his Merrill office–including a $1,400 garbage can–more than the cost of most people’s primary homes, let alone their decor. Ain’t that a Thain? Will tomorrow’s news include his golden kiss-off payment? Stay tuned.
740 Park News Archives
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- R.I.P. Book Soup’s Glenn Goldman
- Neigh Sayers
- It’s Parkingtown, Jake
- Neigh-Sayers Rear Up
- Take a Swig
- Clap Your Hands Say Neigh
- Skiing while the economy burned
- Ingemar Johansson, RIP
- Red Tag Day
- Walter Noel’s Getaway
- Commissions, please
- The rich get poorer
- Back in the spotlight…again
- What Goes Around Turns Around
- Jerkin’ Merkin and Mad Matt
- drip…drip…drip
- “To Learn About The Past”
- One Falls, One Rises
- Spanking Goliath
- The Longest Au Revoir: Good Riddance 2008, Good Luck 2009
- People Who Live in Glass Countries Should Throw Shoes
- The murky world of Ezra Merkin
- Debt, Divorce and Death
- The Big Chill at 740 Park
- Salve, baby!
- Blogging at 39,000 feet
- Wintour Wonderland
- Her Body, But How Many Babies?
- Real Estate Viagra
- Reading at the Movies
- Brooke on the Brain
- Lawyers, Guns and Money
- Did the Butler Buy It?
- Correction: Infanticipation at 740 Park?
- The Book on Brooke
- Campbell in the Soup
- Playing Footsie
- Splitsville at 740 Park?
- 2 Good 2 B True
- Schadenschwarzmanfreude (Not Again!)
- Ire in Ireland
- Craven Mavens
- Sale for Sale–and Not For Cheap
- Directa Trifecta
- Village Under Seige Pt. 4
- Swig Swatted
- Huang, Dang!
- Le Rich? C’est Moi.
- Storm Clouds at 740 Park
- Carmen Gómez-Moreno, R.I.P.
- 3rd Shoe 2 Drop at Met?
- Big Bucks for Barbaralee?
- Chicken Brittle
- Spite at the Opera
- Viva Italia
- Tom Tom Club
- Campbell in the Soup
- Intel Gap
- In Defense of Empathy
- Kicks on Page Six
- Model Mogul
- Hoving Into Sight
- Village Under Seige Pt. 3
- A Speight of Sales
- Mine’s Bigger Than Yours
- Shrouded Sale at 740
- Rupert Rocks
- Blast From the Past
- Summer Rules
- Good Company
- Nailed by the Boards
- RIP Dorian Leigh
- Sibling Revelry II
- R.I.P. Clay Felker
- In the Belly of the Beast
- Model Life (and death)
- Tasty Trump
- Karma, Served Cold?
- The Next Big Brown?
- Eat it!
- All is Vanity
- R.I.P. YSL
- Is it Supes Yet?
- Model Movie
- Fifth Avenue Freezeout
- Sheik Philippe
- First (Amendment) on Fifth
- The Birth of St. Barth
- Can’t Buy Me Love
- Vacancy at 740 Park
- Good Morning, Vienna
- A Shark Story
- Model Walks Again
- Once, Bitten
- Sibling Revelry
- Co-ops Keep the Faith
- Self-Knowledge is a Wonderful Thing
- Temporarily Like Hercules
- Back to the Islands
- Meet the Neighbors
- Good Carriage II
- Veronica Uncovered
- Good Carriage
- Shabby Chic
- Brother, Can You Spare an Elevator?
- Thrill Bill
- Arianna On Top
- I Love New York
- Reading is Fundamental
- We Are #37???
- The Intriguing Mrs. Hearst
- Hole in the Heart
- Steve-a-rino
- Dem Bones
- New York Post
- “They like me. They really like me!”
- Viva Peru!
- White Man Can’t Jump
- I’m Not Goin’ To China/I Say ‘No No No’
- Closed at $32 million!
- Department of Factual Hyperbole (cont’d)
- Department of Factual Hyperbole
- Black-eye-stone
- Baby on Board
- Foreverland
- Boney Morony
- Better Than a Mosler Safe
- Just Say No
- The Two Faces of Philippe
- Scoop: De Montebello Resigns
- Stallman Resurrected
- Washington Place Freeze Out
- Requiem for a Heavyweight
- View From the Top
- Eduardog Bites
- Henry Kravis Punk’d
- Circle in the Square
- The Sixteenth Minute?
- Good Wood
- Happy Thanksgiving
- Lawyers, Swords and Money
- Jackie O, No!
- Victimes de la Mode???
- Thain Named
- Good Heir Day
- On Unauthorized Biography…
- Len Makes His Mark? Update: Oops. Maybe Not.
- Linda Stein Online
- Linda Stein, R.I.P.
- A $23 million Vera Wang
- Looking Down on Tina Brown
- Papa Don’t Preach
- Shiny Happy Bowery
- Sprecken sie deutsch?
- Ruby Ralph
- Memory Motel
- Little Big Man
- Bile appeal
- Back in the ‘hood
- Shall We Sundance?
- Crabby Commentary
- It Rhymes With Bitch
- Hedge Hogs
- The Liesl Deal
- Rich and Richer
- Starchitecture
- Think Print
- Weill-y Coyote
- The New Medici
- Goldberger Standard
- Brooke Astor, RIP
- Yo Mike, An Idle Thought
- Blogrolling
- Schadenschwarzmanfreude (Eastern Division)
- Italy Gets Getty Booty
- Co-op Power…Gold Coast News
- Vera Wang Walks the Aisle
- Hello, I Won’t Be Going…Yet
- D. D. Ryan, R.I.P
- Schadenschwarzmanfreude Pt. II
- The Old New Journalism
- In the Pink
- Name Games
- Win For All?
- “I embody the gag reflex.” –Doug Marlette, R.I.P.
- Frank Talk
- Schadenschwarzmanfreude
- (Kill the) Chill Bill
- A Horse is a Horse, Of Course, Of Course
- Brother, Can You Spare a Dime?
- Making the Mummies Cringe, Pt. III
- Montebello-á-no-go
- Making the Mummies Cringe, Pt. II
- Party Hearty
- New Kid on the Block
- Immune Deficiency
- Caryl Palin, R.I.P.
- Making the Mummies Cringe
- Roots, Ralph-Style
- Sell, Steve, Sell