It is one thing to stroll into “grandma’s” apartment or one with walls of vivid orange and blue or a unit with so much overstuffed furniture that breathing becomes a challenge.
It is quite another thing to walk into a co-op in which the origins of the owners’ taste are unfathomable and unalterably bad.
Although I’ve written about “the vision thing,” a limitation many buyers have when surveying a prospective purchase, I have to say that an apartment I recently viewed gave me pause. It was hard to see past the execrable décor, for which I cannot summon a word or phrase that describes the aesthetic.
In a distinguished Central Park West building in the low 90s, the co-op is a Continue reading