Apologies dear readers but I’m still stalking. I have, however, changed cities. I’m in Richmond in Melbourne. A Victorian terrace that at first I thought had been empty and styled for sale until I realised that no stylist would have a tangle of cables snaking behind the sofa or heaven forbid a lamp cord on display in a photograph. No I believe this is a lovely old house in need of a new kitchen and bathroom if you feel you must but I’d be happy to live with the owner’s furniture until I really, really had to renovate. Now sold but you can find it here while the link lasts.
Minimalist, modern with heritage features retained and packed with standout Australian art. What could be better? I guess if I moved in I would probably fall victim to my maximalist ways and start moving more things in but it’s houses like this that make me wish I could Marie Kondo my way to a simpler way of living, expensive yes but simpler. I’m stalking in Sydney’s Surry Hills. Link here while it lasts.
“Blissful family haven of space, light and privacy” and “Relaxed, functional and flexible”. The real estate agent is on a roll with the rhetoric. It may be grand but it’s also effortless. I’m not even showing you the view over parkland to the city skyline. I’m stalking in Centennial Park in Sydney and I think I could happily move in, dark red grass cloth walls and all. Link here while it lasts.
I’m stalking in the Melbourne suburb of Elsternwick, a Victorian-era residence that has been renovated and extended. The light grey rendered facade gives just a hint of the modern house behind the historic walls. Open plan living, huge walls of glass and of course that inside outside living that Australians crave in their homes. Link here while it lasts.