I've mentioned this neo-classical townhouse at 104 E. 10th St. before ... where playwright, poet and performance artist Edgar Oliver once lived, as Jeremiah wrote at Vanishing New York
here.
The house has been on the market this time around for more than three months, with an asking price of $3.9 million, per
Streeteasy. (The price started at $6 million
back in March 2011 before it disappeared from the listings.)
We didn't see interior photos of the house on our previous visits to the listings... At some point, the broker added some shots to Streeteasy ... and it looks kind of like I thought it might...
While I rather
like the dilapidated, well-worn look and feel ... the house is certainly in for a makeover. Here's the listing:
Built in 1879, this magnificent, sun-drenched residence is a restoration enthusiast's dream project.
The building offers an unparalleled opportunity to design the home you've always wanted. Its current features include four floors, eight fireplaces, skylight, original moldings, a quaint south-facing garden, an English basement with a separate street entrance, plus a basement below. With additional air rights, this building is primed for vertical expansion, offering opportunities for a roof deck, duplex unit, and more.
This distinctive residence occupies a unique place in New York's history, having served as a community hub and boarding house for East Village artists since the early 1900s. A Landmarked building located on one of the city's finest blocks, it offers easy access to public transportation, as well as some of the city's best cafes, restaurants, bookstores, and universities.
I'm imagining the spirits of these East Village artists of days gone by congregating in that front room with the paint chips on the floor and the weed working its way inside the window... and wondering,
What in the hell happened to the neighborhood.
Going back to Jeremiah's post on the building from last September:
Now I suppose some god-awful heiress will move in with her zombie husband and hollow-eyed children to fill the place with their flat-screen lives. This is how it goes.
