The hills of Surry.
Holy moley Jeff Spicoli! Shamed mercilessly by Melbourne, Sydney has lifted its act and put its game face on. And not a moment too soon.
393 Riley Street, Surry Hills NSW
This isn't a house, it's a lair. It's a place from which one would plot total world domination. It's a sanctuary. It is worth all the best and tackiest real estate-speak superlatives. It is a god amongst homes. It is the embodiment of why I love architecture and design and property porn. It is the reason I search real estate databases endlessly and often fruitlessly. And to some very lucky person, this is home.
Is it just me or are those stairs really bloody steep?
The full listing is here.