In the penthouse of the Smith Tower, more than 35 stories and 110 metres into the cool Seattle air, lives an extremely lucky family. I want to live in a tower. I hate them.
OK. I don’t hate them. The kids are adorable and the mum seems to have an artistic side. I’m just jealous. They, along with dad, are the Franklin family. They preside like overlords over Seattle in their two-story penthouse/lighthouse condo with one of the best views in the city.
Getting into the apartment sounds like an adventure:
To get to the penthouse apartment, the family rides up 35 stories past mostly vacant office suites, debarks next to an observation deck and a Chinese-themed banquet room, passes through a portal marked “private residence,” and climbs two stories into the neo-Gothic pyramid.
No word of any trap doors, but I mean, come on… [NYT]
Ben Evans
Monday, October 25, 2010 at 11:06 AMit will be a pain in the ass to nip out for a packet of smokes. I used to live in the middle of Sydney CBD above what is now the Swisotel, above Myer. I had to get a lift to the lobby on level 10, then walk down long hall to another lift and then get up to level 37 to have to walk down another long hall to my apartment.
Al
Monday, October 25, 2010 at 2:02 PMI used to live on the moon. Yeah, imagine that.
Christian Ancora
Monday, October 25, 2010 at 5:51 PMVacant office space: best backyard/playroom/nerfwar-staging-ground ever.
Dave
Monday, October 25, 2010 at 6:41 PMYeah Ben, I know what you mean, I used to live in Century Towers on Pitt Street. Sure everything was close, but when you factor in swipe cards and parking and lifts, it’s quite a pain in the ass.
At least the view was good :)
Mr George Jetson
Tuesday, October 26, 2010 at 9:09 AMI live in Mars and even though not many neighbors and traffic is great, it’s a pain to forget your wallet at home.