The door to nowhere is behind the armoire.
No, it wasn’t only San Simeon, that bricks-and-mortar paean to excessive materialism on a hill overlooking the Pacific Ocean in California that the publishing magnate had designed and constructed.
The dwelling in question is an Upper East Side townhouse that, according to the listing broker, William Randolph Hearst built for his mistress, Brooklyn-born Marion Davis. Cursory Internet research fails to support the broker’s claim, but the apartment that he has been marketing off and on since July of 2008 certainly seems to reflect the long-deceased millionaire’s influence. Continue reading
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