254 S 24Th Street

The one you couldnt have asked for until you knew it already existed. One house. One site. One design. A stunning corner residence stretching four stories into the air. Cream masonry. Warm wood. Steel. Glass. Staggered planes, private terraces, unexpected expanses of glazing. Restrained yet remarkable. An illuminated stone pier, 254 etched into it. Private gate. Protected entry court. The home rising quietly yet boldly behind. Inside, the first reveal: an entry gallery draws you in. Heated slate underfoot. Light cascading from above. A sculptural steel staircase with open oak treads, cable and frameless glass: a luminous column connecting all levels. Up one: the heart of the home. The living room, where expanses of glass fold away to a substantial terrace. Corner fireplace. Open sky. Light from every direction. The house begins to unfurl. Expansive, radiant, yet exquisitely private. Breakfast area. A stunning Wolf-and-Sub-Zero kitchen. Walk-in pantry. Powder room. Formal dining room with fully equipped bar, the first of three throughout the residence. Up a level, another reveal. Three guest bedrooms with walk-in storage. One en-suite bath; two share a Jack-and-Jill bath with dual sinks, dual showerheads and separate water closet. A guest lounge with its own laundry: watch television, work, unwind, spend an entire day without leaving the floor. Not simply somewhere for guests to sleep. A place for them to live. The fourth level: this belongs entirely to you. A light-filled landing precedes a three-workstation office. Then, the owners sanctuary. A sleeping area and lounge connected by a double-sided television partition. Outside, a private terrace with a fire feature and panoramic east-and-west views. Storage that seemingly disappears into the walls. Double dressing rooms precede the owners bath. A suspended, wall-to-wall vanity beneath an overhead skylight. Light spills everywhere, creating an ethereal sense of scale and calm. Expansive shower. Jetted soaking tub. Impossibly restrained finishes. The whole level, total tranquility. A private enclave unto itself. Descend by elevator to the lower level. A private fitness club. Substantial, exceptionally equipped. Rubber flooring underfoot. A dramatic two-story climbing wall with electronic safety system. The look and capability of a professional training facility. Dedicated television and beverage station. Adjacent: a home theater with projector, motorized screen and inset speakers. A service kitchen with exotic cabinetry and integrated dishwasher. Full bath just steps away. All of it below grade. A hidden world youd never know existed. Behind a door: the technology center. Crestron automation. Lutron programmable lighting and motorized shades. Tunable-white illumination. Five-zone HVAC. Hardwired UniFi networking. Security and leak detection. Radiant heat across multiple levels. Backup generator. Intelligence everywhere, technology tucked beyond sight. And then, back to where we entered. Behind the serene entry gallery, a household-management level has been hiding in plain sight. A private housekeepers suite with en-suite bath. Laundry and household-management room with cabinetry, sink, extensive counter space, built-in workstation, concealed ironing board and retractable drying rack. Zoned fragrance. Cedar closet. Heated floors. A second point of entry from the two-car garage via a dedicated vestibule with benches and storage. Close the doors and nearly all of it disappears. Open them, and everything is exactly where it should be. Present when you need it. Invisible when you dont. At night, 254 metamorphoses. Cream masonry glows. Warm light pours through glass. Four stories rise and recede in a rhythm of illuminated planes and terraces. By day, the house collects light. At night, it gives it back. A hallmark of the Fitler Square skyline.