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It is said that Ivana Trump didn’t love anything as much as she loved her Euro-rich status symbol New York townhouse.
The late ex-wife of Donald Trump bought the darling for $2,5m in 1992, as she was settling her divorce settlement from Donald and moving on to better things.
AKA leopard-printed walls, pink marble bathtubs, crystal chandeliers in every room, and a red carpet up the stairs.
It is that red-carpeted staircase that supposedly killed Ivana – the mother of Donald’s three oldest children. She was found lying at the bottom of the winding staircase this July, with one last cup of coffee spilt by her side.
Sweeping up six floors, Ivana’s friends called the staircase “treacherous” and said its carpeting was wearing thin, which could easily lead to a fall.
But the opulent red-and-gold-walled, bejewelled-ceilinged entryway with its hand-painted mural by an artist flown in from Italy would remain Ivana’s most beloved spot right into death, noted Tatler.
It is only now that the lavish townhouse is up for sale… and possible stripping, refurbishing, and restyling, because who wants a leopard-printed room?
“In each of my homes I have a leopard room,” Ivana told PEOPLE in 2009, which someone said looked “like baroque meets Scary Spice. Or Where’s Wally but make it leopard print.”
The home is on the market for $26 million (around R450 million), a fair climb from the amount Ivana paid in 1992 before she became the “hottest divorcée on the block” and “primed to spend” money fast and furious at her beloved townhouse.
Tatler calls her a “Czechoslovakian glamazon that had made it big” and then quickly pulls apart her almost mythical social clout as they go from room to room:
She went on to coin the term ‘don’t get mad, get everything,’ in the film The First Wives Club. And that mansion? Ivana overhauled it entirely to permit her a lifestyle that, she once wrote, ‘Louis XVI would have lived if he had had the money.’
…Note the pink marble and gilt side table; the embroidered carpet spreading almost as wide as the room; the ornate millwork; the vast emerald drapes around the window which looks out onto East 64th Street. Darling, it’s how the nouveau riche interpret the grandeur of European regality.
The Versailles-inspired dining room not-so-subtly hints at status by way of gold everything, and then, as if the house is a status symbol pile-up, the en-suite bathroom would be the crescendo:
Besides again commenting on her nouveau riche, Middle Eastern Princess vibes, the room is also likened to a collab with the Ritz and Pepto-Bismol, a pretty pink stomach-ache elixir.
Appropriate.
[source:tatler]
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