Brooklyn, I Love You, But I Would Ditch Your Ass In A Red Hot Minute For Palazzo Chupi
Erica | Thursday, January 22, 2009 at 7:48AM 
I don't know much about Art. I took a class or two in college, know a bit about the Impressionists, totally dig Elizabeth Peyton, and have bought some cool shit on Etsy.
That's about it.
I DO know, however, that artist Julian Schnabel, is a self-important, cock sucking ego maniac...and I know this because he acts like one every time he opens up his stupid, fat, fucking mouth.
However, Palazzo Chupi kinda makes me want to forgive him for all of it.
Have you seen this fucking place? In the W. fucking village?
Close your eyes and squint at these pictures. If you don't feel like you're looking at a gorgeous Italian villa in the hills outside of Florence, then maybe the Tea Lounge has been turned into a massage parlor and I just bought a Forty and a pack of condoms at the Food Co-op (in a plastic bag! HAAAAAAA).
This is e-x-a-c-t-l-y the sorta place I could get behind a co-housing project at.
And it was all birthed straight out of Schnabel's brain.
The views!
The marble!
The terrace!
And its just been reduced (again!) to only 19 millies!
I mean, this place *almost* makes me want to call Schnabel up to see if Benjamin can just swing by to give him a quick BJ (on the terrace, peut etre)?
I'm in love.
art, real estate 
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Reader Comments (2)
Re: The BJ
If Schnabel's load is anywhere near as heavy as the pretense surrounding his "art", good luck swallowing.
That guy is a douche, but this place is SICK