It was the modernist Holy Grail – a prefab, vintage 1958. An aluminum home with wood interiors built by Alcoa and designed by Charles M. Goodman, it awaited at a very possible price. It had post and beam construction, an open plan covered in oak, redwood and cypress. All at 3500 finished square feet. "Do you realize how much this would cost on the coasts?!"
Sure, it was in the burbs, but first tier. Maybe we could transition to no restaurants and a commute… past the micro-ranches. It hadn't make its auction price, but that was clearly because no one understood it.
Then we arrived. And saw what happens when pre-fab ages into less-fab.
(as for the built-ins: Paging BluDot!).
The intact baths felt like a bad motor-inn. The whites didn't match the creams. The other was the same, in institutional yellow.
The basement had a neglected social hall/failed key-party vibe.
We left with a last, longing look at that lovely living room and closed the fantastically oversized front door. Is there someone willing to sink some serious money into the most expensive house on the block? If so:
Photos: front, thumbnail and top Sotheby's