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Everything in the apartment is either an antique or custom-made. John Landrum Bryant designed the newel post (far left) to resemble stacked green umbrellas — a symbol of royal honor that he designed after “the late King of Thailand, whom I admired and with whom I shared a tailor,” he wrote.
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Beekman Place is just two blocks long — squeezed between the United Nations and Sutton Place, perched over FDR Drive and the East River. River views are endless, and through traffic doesn’t come — a combination that has drawn celebrities, including Irving Berlin and Greta Garbo, and Gloria Vanderbilt and William Paley, whose townhouse sold last year for $27.5 million. The novel Auntie Mame imagines the aunt living at the most glamorous address imaginable in 1955: the fictional 3 Beekman Place. 

Today, the most prestigious, old-money building on the block is 1 Beekman Place, a 17-story, white-glove co-op with only 39 units. It was built in 1929 when the architects of Rockefeller Center, financed with Rockefeller money, replaced an empty lot with a brick tower, designed around river views. (The project was headed by a Rockefeller son-in-law, who took a triplex.) Amenities included a pool, tennis court, and a tearoom on a terrace; the typical unit was a duplex with views on four sides. There was no financing allowed; there still isn’t. Original tenants included a senator’s widow and a son of Teddy Roosevelt, followed by diplomats and heirs — like the A&P scion Huntington Hartford II, whose 1991 biography is titled Squandered Fortune. 

Patricia Bauman and John Landrum Bryant in 2011.
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In 2007, the building drew another heir, Patricia Bauman. Her father was a real-estate investor who owned what was once the St. John’s Terminal, now Google’s New York headquarters. He left behind a foundation that gives $6 million in grants every year to address economic inequality and social-justice issues. Patricia, who had a law degree from Georgetown, led the foundation for 35 years, juggling that work with seats on the boards of the National Resources Defense Council and the Brennan Center for Justice. But she also had an early career studying art history and working at MoMA. And in her 40s, she married John Landrum Bryant, a jewelry and furniture designer who ran a gallery on East 57th Street with a niche selling cast-bronze faucets and sconces that resembled animal heads. His range encompasses anything fabulous and fun, including gem-encrusted earrings resembling computer chips, an Art Deco armchair upholstered in python, and a coffee table whose surface shows a diorama of gold-colored waves. Clients included socialites in Bauman’s set, like Sweet’N Low heiress Barbara Tober. (Bryant, who sometimes attends events in a royal sash, signs emails as Prince John, a title he has claimed derives from Monteagudo, a town in Spain.) Bryant eventually helped Bauman grow a collection that included old European masters and enough art from China to fill an actual book.

An office upstairs looks out over the East River. The standing lamp against the window (right) is one of the animal-inspired decorative items that Bryant became known for. The walls are hung with Asian art.
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The pair bought a duplex at 1 Beekman Place for $7.1 million with plans to install a jade fireplace and turn the apartment into a “showcase” for a collection of bronze animals from prewar France and Japanese art from the Meiji era, as Bryant told the New York Observer. The double-height, 42-foot-wide-foot living room was grand enough to display tenth-century solid-gold regalia from the Liao dynasty. But the centerpiece was the first piece that Bryant made for their home and the last to be installed: an eight-foot-long ellipse-shaped glass sculpture, lit from behind, that showed what he described as “water creatures cavorting in the waves.” “I set myself a goal that anything in the apartment was either an antique or a piece created and designed by me,” Bryant wrote in an email. What he created stands out from staid traditional décor in other units upstairs — like a $6.25 million four-bedroom listed with plush settees and impressionist art, or a $3.999 million three-bed with a floral bedroom and a stuffy, wood-paneled library.

Bauman died this spring, leaving behind a home that, thanks to her husband’s taste, is more Auntie Mame than William Paley. Bryant’s broker, Linda Sebastian, says the apartment is set up for grand parties with an oversize chef’s kitchen and an immense, double-height living area that can fit up to 150 people — and has. “They were a very opulent couple,” she said.

Still, Bryant remembered how they typically spent evenings reading — anything else would disturb a pair of Caique parrots that Bryant said were put to bed by singing the lyrics to military taps (“Day is done. Gone is the sun. Sleep well”). Upstairs, the couple slept under the watch of a sculpture of a Baku — a mythical Japanese creature said to eat nightmares. Their bed, with ear-shaped side tables, was nicknamed “the elephant bed.” As Prince John remembered, “We had a life together of fantasy and fun.”

The entry foyer. The couple moved here from an apartment at the Ritz Tower at 465 Park Avenue — a one-bedroom that gradually devoured two neighboring units. As Bryant remembered in an email, there was never enough storage, and when Patricia sang a “Cantata of Inadequate Closet Space in Manhattan Apartments” to a friend, she was pointed to a listing at 1 Beekman Place.
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The couple collected Chinese art, and sculptures on either side of the fireplace are from the Tang dynasty. A vintage folding screen connects the space with the second floor and is decorated with the writing of a 19th-century Japanese poet.
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Bryant had particular difficulty sourcing an antique rug big enough for the 42-by-24-foot living area. At its center, he designed an elliptical table that was painted by hand and left to oxidize. On one side of this great room is a library where they kept Caique parrots in an oversize cage; on the other is a formal dining room that leads to a chef’s kitchen.
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The primary bedroom contains a bed modeled after an elephant — with the ears forming side tables. “We’ve been to Africa a few times,” Patricia Bauman told a reporter. “We snorkel a lot, and one of the things our foundation supports is an elephant sanctuary.” The window looks over the East River, and any sounds of traffic on the FDR sounded to Bryant “like gentle tide hitting the shore,” he wrote.
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The couple’s art collection even made it into the bathroom. The figure riding a fish is by Andre Blaise.
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It’s chaos from the very start when Trenton Miller swings open the wooden doors of a four-bedroom home in McLean, Virginia, a suburb of Washington DC.

Miller, a 19-year-old real-estate agent, takes the viewer on a frantic jog through all three floors of the $3.4 million property.

He plays rock-paper-scissors with himself in the mirror, pretends to have a distressing trip to the toilet, and falls not once, but three times, on the hardwood floor.

Miller calls it a speed tour.

For the recent high-school graduate, it’s become an important calling card as he starts his career in his hometown of Chambersburg, Pennsylvania, a small county seat west of Gettysburg.

In a stagnant real-estate market, Miller, like other agents, has been forced to get creative to make his listings stand out and find potential buyers. Enter the speed tour. Now, other agents have asked Miller to film his run-throughs of their listings, some even paying as much as $1,500 for a single speed tour posted to his account @trent_miller__, which has 1.3 million followers.

“It’s been a blessing,” Miller told Business Insider. “I really want to make sure I capitalize on the opportunity.”

Miller started posting ‘speed tours’ when he was feeling stuck

Miller intended to invest in rental properties, inspired by real-estate entrepreneurs he admired on YouTube like Grant Cardone, but determined the experience he’d gain as a broker was a good place to start.

Early on, Miller realized that a traditional home tour — where a broker calmly narrates a walk-through of a home for sale and points out commonplace details like the height of the ceilings or finishings on a sink — would get lost on TikTok.

It was also difficult to find homebuyers prepared to endure relatively high mortgage interest rates and expensive home prices.

“Business was slow getting started,” Miller told Business Insider. “I was like, ‘Man, I got to do something different.'”

In April, he showed up to a rental listing in Chambersburg with two ideas: a speed tour, where he would run through the house, and a teleporting tour, where he’d pop up in each room.

He filmed both, but posted the speed tour first later that day. When the clip went viral — it has nearly 5 million views as of July 23 — Miller knew he’d struck gold. He never even got to post the teleporting footage.

Now, his running tours routinely rack up millions of views — some as high as 34 million. He even sells T-shirts with his signature catchphrases for $20 apiece. (One is “Most bathrooms have that!” which he says when he points to mirrors above vanities in bathrooms.)

The viral videos are slowly translating into real-world leads. Someone who watched a speed-tour video of a $600,000 home in Annapolis, Maryland, reached out as an interested buyer, Miller said.

The viral fame has opened doors for his real-estate career

Miller tries not to overthink the alchemy of his tours.

He’ll do one walk-through with a cameraman to map out their course, but purposely tries to go in with as little preparation as possible.

“I think people want to see a raw reaction to the home,” he said. “They want to see personality in videos.”

Miller said he doesn’t edit out the times he falls on camera and tries to make as few cuts in the video as possible to preserve the authentically manic energy.

Other agents representing sellers have reached out, asking Miller to run through their listings. He’s traveled to Florida, Virginia, and Maryland over the last three months to film speed tours of homes.

He told Business Insider he’s leaving for a trip soon to film speed tours for a vacation rental agency, showing off their luxury villas.

Miller said the connections he’s been able to make from his viral fame have put him in touch with the very real-estate investors who inspired him to enter the industry.

Recently, he added, he’s been in touch with one of his original heroes: Grant Cardone.





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At first, I thought I had run out of hatred. An unsettling sensation. Fortunately, order was soon restored. It turns out that the opening episode of Owning Manhattan – the latest product in Netflix’s attempt to saturate the market for real-estate shows – is an uncharacteristically gentle lead-in to what becomes a characteristic maelstrom of backbiting, warring egos, frightening fashion choices, daily Oscar-ceremony levels of grooming and gobsmacking commissions up for grabs.

After the most recent iteration – the essentially dismal Buying London, set in essentially dismal London and unable to field the level of monstrosity required in property and human terms that the Americans manage so effortlessly – this is at least a return to suitably excessive form. Fans of Selling Sunset who are not yet sated should find something to help them here.

Owning Manhattan is fronted by Ryan Serhant, a real-estate broker who appeared in nine seasons of Bravo’s Million Dollar Listing New York (and had his wedding covered in the four-part miniseries Million Dollar Listing New York: Ryan’s Wedding and starred in the spin-off show Sell It Like Serhant) before starting his own company in 2021. It’s called SERHANT. You probably guessed. It does $1bn a year in sales. Ryan oozes charm, which is precisely as horrible as it sounds. I would say he oozes confidence, too, but that would suggest there is some part of him not made of the stuff, which is not true.

Nor is it true of any of the agents we meet. One doesn’t blink, one is mostly lips and one has breasts that are so forced into her clothes that blue veins are visible on her cleavage; it makes me long to pop her in a sweatshirt and show her that a new life is possible. One has a dog in a bag – possibly as a USP, possibly as a snack – and one has eyebrows that make me want to hide under the covers until they go away.

I can’t pretend to have a grip on them all yet. I know there is Chloe, who came to New York from Los Angeles to try to become a Broadway star, but pivoted to real estate when it turned out “I actually wanted the whole damn skyline”. There is a blond southern belle called Savannah (confusingly, from North Carolina) who is a newbie, learning the ropes on rentals and struggling to pay her own rent on the meagre commissions. There is Jess M, who hands Savannah a lifeline, but may yet exact a fee in blood.

Above all, there is Tricia, a longstanding SERHANT employee who used to run her own nail salon in Brooklyn and parlayed the 23,000 contacts she gathered on that database into a career in real estate. You might hear Shoreditch called the Brooklyn of London, she says, because “you’re always going to be emulating our shit. That’s just how it is.”

She works with her husband. “I wouldn’t recommend it, but I do it and I do it well.” It was he who proposed the arrangement. She recalls the moment fondly. “Well, I’d like to join me, too! Shit.” Ryan calls her “the unofficial mayor of Brooklyn”, but she may be the US president by the time you read this.

What else is there to say? With the exception of the occasional brownstone, the properties continue to confirm the maxim that money cannot buy you taste. They also deepen the mystery surrounding American hygiene. Just about every property has more bathrooms than bedrooms. The poorest clients get by with, say, a 3.5:3 ratio, but the $250m penthouse overlooking Central Park – which will become the focal point of much vicious infighting – shows us that the ideal is 11:7. One each and four spare. What is going on?

I would like to say that, with Owning Manhattan, the realtor-reality-show genre is surely exhausted. But it’s not, of course. The appetite for high drama with low stakes (which is what these Monopoly-money commission figures are for viewers) never wanes. But if we could have a bit of a rest from it, that would be lovely. Those who want to could wriggle into a sweatshirt and restore the circulation to their mammaries. It’s genuinely worrying me. Please.

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After a canceled tour, a panned biopic, and nonstop speculation about the status of her marriage to Ben Affleck, there’s finally some good news for Jennifer Lopez: Her Madison Square Park penthouse has finally sold after languishing on the market for seven years. As the New York Post reported, the four-bedroom, 7.5-bath duplex on 21 East 26th Street closed last week for $23 million. The buyer was an anonymous LLC from West Palm Beach, Florida.

Like other things in J.Lo’s life, selling her penthouse has been a long, bumpy journey — the apartment was first listed for $27 million in 2017, three years after she bought it, and has gone on and off the market ever since. It was last listed for $25 million in 2022 and has ultimately gone for $2 million less. According to the Post, an insider said Lopez wanted to sell the home because of its lack of privacy above bustling Madison Square Park. The Whitman building is only six stories high, and for the many millions she’s asking, its “penthouse” might not have been sufficiently high enough for those with that kind of cash. It’s perhaps why the apartment — which includes multiple terraces, staff quarters, and a private elevator landing — has taken so long to sell. The Whitman is also squished between two much taller buildings and is, in fact, the shortest on the block.

Even this gorgeous living room shown off in the listing photo for J.Lo’s penthouse wasn’t enough to move the apartment quickly.
Photo: Brown Harris Stevens

The duplex, which ultimately sold for $23 million, comes with a soaking bath but perhaps not quite enough privacy, as seen in this listing photo.
Photo: Brown Harris Stevens

Meanwhile, amid rumors of their impending divorce, Affleck has purchased a $20.5 million house in Pacific Palisades, Los Angeles. By himself. It’s a five-bed, six-bath house equestrian estate by architect Cliff May. Recently, the two also officially put their marital home in Beverly Hills on the market for $68 million, $7 million more than what they bought it for in 2023, after reportedly trying but failing to sell it off-market. After this sale, Lopez will now have more cash for those solo viewings she’s been on.

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