Tommy Hilfiger is giving the market another go by re-listing his Plaza Hotel penthouse for $50 million.
That’s a 37.5% discount from the last time the fashion designer listed the unit, the Wall Street Journal reported. Hilfiger most recently marketed the duplex for $58.9 million in November 2016 before yanking it off the market in April.
Hilfiger and his wife, Dee Ocleppo, purchased two units in the building in 2008 for $25.5 million. They combined the units to form a duplex on the 18th and 19th floors, which spans 5,600 square feet. The couple spent roughly $20 million renovating and combining the units. Hilfiger told the Journal that they are selling the unit because he and his wife spend more time at their homes in Greenwich Connecticut and in Palm Beach, Florida.
Btw, Hilfiger said designers should ‘be proud’ to dress Melania Trump.
My friend, who wrote this on Facebook, shall remain nameless because this critique is harsh, but given our nasty taste of oligarchal wealth of late, I thought it appropriate to share.
“For thirty years, I’ve been consistently repelled by both the clothes and the persona of Tommy Hilfiger.
There was always something trying too hard and failing about the clothes; their ersatz, cartoony, Ralph Lauren-on-steroids vibe was as off-putting as his pushy parvenu personality, forever sniffing at the vapors of privilege, never quite being invited to the party.
So I was interested if there was anything new to be gleaned from this real estate ballyhoo. It reaches a hard-to-comprehend level of awfulness. I presumed it would be awful, and it does not disappoint.
And yet this short video gives something more. It shows these two titanium-plated wannabes, almost comically hawking the totems of their wealth in a way that becomes a cautionary tale.
The grossness of each discordant room reminds us of the sadness of extreme wealth. An emptiness that is Trumpian in it’s lack of self-awareness, it’s lack of an inner life. There is nothing but despair here; a void that will never be filled, a pair of hungry ghosts, wandering the earth, whose appetite will never be satisfied.
For you kids, the Plaza was bought by Trump as a ‘gift’ to his then-wife Ivana in the late eighties. After demolishing every drop of its charm, evicting all the restaurants New Yorkers loved for decades, they resold it to a developer. Today It sits creepily abandoned, its condo units owned by international oligarchs who park their money there as an investment, and rarely, if ever, come to visit. The halls are as silent as a crypt. Except for this squawking popinjay, and his waxy tottering mannequin of a wife.
Never has not ‘having it all’ looked so good.“