BUYER: Noah Tepperman
SELLER: Peter Eisenman
LOCATION: 101 West 12th Street, New York, NY
SIZE: 2,000 square feet (approx.), 3 bedrooms, 3 bathrooms
DESCRIPTION: This architecturally designed PALATIAL family home features spectacular panoramic views from every room and outdoor space. Photographed and featured in Interior Design magazine this home boasts 3 bedrooms and 3 full baths with Double Master Suites. The eat in chef’s kitchen is fully equipped with top of the line stainless steel appliances. There are sound proofed hardwood floors throughout.
YOUR MAMAS NOTES: It has been far too long since we piggy backed on one of Max Abelson’s stories from his Manhattan Transfers column in the NY Observer. So today we are going to discuss the West Village apartment that club impresario Noah Tepperberg recently purchased from celebrated and controversial de-constructivist architect Peter Eisenman.
Eisenman is famous in the world of architecture in design even if he’s not a household name among teenbots and celebrity freaks. While his structures attempt to liberate the form of buildings, he’s been widely criticized for designing buildings that are not always easily used by their inhabitants. In fact one of his early clients, Suzanne Frank, was ultimately so dismayed by the house Eisenman designed for her and her husband that she wrote a rebuttal to the design in a book called Peter Eisenman’s House IV: The Client’s Response. Fascinating stuff if you like that sort of thing.
Mister Tepperberg, a Manhattan native, may not exactly qualify as a celebrity, but he rubs enough celebrity shoulder and kisses enough famous ass to merit discussion on our little blog about celebrity real estate. A one time nerd and chess champion, Tepperberg has parlayed his youthful exuberance and contacts into a multi million dollar night club business. At one point Tepperberg co-owned Conscience Point Inn, the one time hottest hot spot in all of the Hamptons where PR queen Lizzie Grubman plowed her Mercedes SUV into a crowd of people one night a few years back. Remember that kids? Good times.
Now, among other ventures, Tepperman owns Marquee, one of the most celebrity intensive nightclubs in all of Manhattan, which just happens to be down the street from where Your Mama and the Dr. Cooter have a 16th floor aeriee in a pre-war building that creeps and crawls with the rich and famous, including another celebrity heavy club owner Amy Sacco. One of our newest residents is none other than Mister Tim Gunn of Project Runway fame. Welcome to the neighborhood Mister Gunn. (P.S. One of our gurlfriends, the extremely naughty and often nekkid Falsetta Knockers is dying to toss you down, if you know what wear saying. So give us a shout if yer innerested in her 411.)
Anyhoo, everyone needs a place to live, even club owners who rarely sleep at night. And so Mister Tepperberg went a-house hunting. And according to the always in the know Max Abelson, as well as property records filed with the city of New York, Mister Tepperberg will soon call a post modern building at the northern edge of the West Village home.
The three bedroom apartment is modestly sized at approximately 2,000 square feet, but it has two features that make it worth the $3,200,000 Mister Tepperberg paid: Three bathrooms and private outdoor space. Do y’all know what a luxury it is for Manhattanites to be able to provide over night guests with a private pooper of their own? That is worth serious money people.
And of course the terrace, however small it may be, allows city dwellers the rare opportunity to grow tomatoes and herbs at home.
According to Mister Abelson, the apartment was NOT designed by Mister Eisenman, who states in Abelson’s article that he does not design buildings or spaces for himself. Although the pictures on the listing were very, very slim, we see that for himself, Mister Eisenman prefers a refined, but not exactly challenging furniture arrangement. This is somewhat surprising, and possibly even hypocritical, given that in Miz Frank’s house that we referred to earlier, he designed a gap in the floor of the bedroom that made it impossible for the Mister and Missus Frank to actually sleep in the same bed. Hmm.
Your Mama would like to wish Mister Tepperman a happy home. Just keep in mind that not all your neighbors will appreciate you dragging home a couple of coked up club cuties at 6am for a little early morning slap and tickle.