I was reading Curbed LA and came across this listing for Janet Leigh's old place. From the outside it's kind of boring, and from the inside . . . well, the staging looks like it was done by Angelyne (who also recently sold her casa). There's a hot pink piano, some hideous art—including a life-size red plastic cock—and various fuschia chaise lounges and such.
But this room . . . well, this obviously belonged to a connoisseur of the doin' it. But with a side of spooky darkness. Black, pleather, circular bed in front of a wall of mirrors? Naughty! Skull and crossbones throw pillows flanked by lamps with bases crafted from faux automatic weaponry? I'm scared, daddy—hold me!
C'mon, admit it‚ you're a little turned on by this place. The bed isn't even neatly made, obviously because when you're absorbed by the all the sexing, who can think about housekeeping?
And is that a Richard Kern photo hanging over the bed? Looks like, but I don't know for sure. But what I do know is that if you have $4.5 mill, questionable taste, and an urge to live in LA, this place could be yours. Sadly, it looks to come unfurnished, but maybe if you shelled out a couple extra bucks you could get them to throw in that sweet sexy bed.
The funny part is the _window_: when you're doing the amount of drugs required to make that room a reasonable investment, you def don't want that pesky sun poking its nose in!
Also, startlingly, did not notice the AK lamp-bases until you pointed it out- getting old, very sad.
Posted by: Travis | April 08, 2011 at 10:08 PM