I remember that phrase… or something like it… as one of the catchy descriptions of Hollywood filmmaking back in the day (thirties? forties?). But I can’t seem to pull its provenance out of my dim memory… or out of Google… at this moment. Perhaps some reader can. At any rate, I was reminded of it when reading this post by ShrinkWrapped on Real Estate Narcissism.
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These are the beautiful people, who, befitting their rank as gods and goddesses of a powerful modern mythology, lead beautiful lives in beautiful houses, attired in beautiful clothes and, ostensibly, thinking only beautiful thoughts.
—Helen Lawrenson
As is the case with the beautiful people I decided I needed to name my estate. I’m sure my name, Chateau Le Dumpe, will leave the rich and powerful envious.
Castell Skookumchuk.
For the do-it-yourselfers, This Old Box.
I got over real estate envy a couple decades ago. A client had the nicest house I’m ever likely to visit; on the cliffs at La Jolla.
BTW, am I the only one thinking that maybe the reason that couple couldn’t afford a place overlooking Central Park was because they were shelling out a couple hundred buck an hour to their shrink?