Gwyneth Paltrow has long ago surpassed her career as actress, instead morphing into a lifestyle mastermind with taste that runs toward the minimalist, expensive and super-health-conscious. (Remember the $200 fruit smoothie?) So it follows that her real estate and interior design sensibilities are of a similar ilk: painstakingly sourced, exceedingly “artisanal” and full of glamorous (or needless — your call) touches.
Her loft penthouse in Manhattan’s exclusive TriBeCa neighborhood, co-owned with consciously uncoupled ex-husband Chris Martin, has been on the market since March. It was first listed for a hefty $14.25 million, but has been reduced to $12.85 million. (The family has since decamped to Los Angeles.) But it’s only now that we’re getting a peek inside the 4,000 square feet of designed-to-the-nines space — with accompanying commentary from the designers themselves.
Her website, goop, describes the penthouse as an “artisanal” space that “floats above the cobblestone streets like a pale, dreamy cloud.” Some other choice details: the all-white aerie has a swing in the living room made of an antique Indian door “topped with silk pillows,” a master bed “so enormous that sheets had to be custom-made” and “fuzzy nap zones” throughout.
As designer Robin Standefer explains: “It’s the classical marble Chesney’s fireplace paired with a Venini light fixture, the hand-painted wallpaper in one room with the hand-embroidered wallpaper in the next, it’s paper and fabrics and flowers. We worked carefully together on the palette and the textures to create the sense of refinement.”
Yes, there is a critical difference between hand-painted wallpaper and hand-embroidered wallpaper.
And what about the kitchen, where Paltrow surely spent time perfecting her healthy recipes? “The kitchen is so modern and so special—the marble counter is intense and strong, yet somehow it works as this sensual piece,” Standefer says. Just the spot to whip up that breakfast smoothie.
There’s no denying, though, that the apartment really does look impeccably dreamy. Just don’t go spilling a juice near that white shag carpet.