
That’s right. Four combined penthouse units at Michael Graves’ 1500 Ocean Drive went under contract Friday. The unit is comprised of 11,940 interior sq. ft., 8,200 sq. ft. of private roof terrace (unfinished) and 1,624 sq. ft. of balconies.

That’s right. Four combined penthouse units at Michael Graves’ 1500 Ocean Drive went under contract Friday. The unit is comprised of 11,940 interior sq. ft., 8,200 sq. ft. of private roof terrace (unfinished) and 1,624 sq. ft. of balconies.
I remember when I got into the real estate business about 15 years ago that agents who primarily sold condos were considered second-class brokers. How times have changed.
Word on the street (or in my ear) is that the penthouse at Setai South Beach, located at 101 20th Street in Miami Beach, is under contract. Penthouse Villa B encompasses the entire 40th floor of the high rise and is 6,200 interior sq. ft. with a 4,000 sq. ft. roof terrace and private pool.
While this rumored sale would be newsworthy on its own, the magnitude of this potential sale is staggering. If the unit closes at or above $22.5M (which I heard…), here’s what it would mean:

It would be the second highest-priced residential property (condo or single family home/land) ever to be recorded in Miami-Dade and Broward Counties.
If the closed price is at $22.5M, or above, that would mean a price of $3,624 p.s.f., which would beat the previously-reported pre-construction sale at the nearby W South Beach of a one-bedroom direct oceanfront bungalow at $3,348 p.s.f .
The Setai penthouse was purchased in May 2004 for $9.5M and is owned by Andrew and Elyse Barroway of Philadelphia. They seem to have a knack for picking winners when it comes to real estate.
Despite weaker market conditions for “regular” condominiums, 2007 has been a very good year for luxury condos in Miami Beach and Fisher Island.
Right now, I’m listening to Frank Sinatra sing “It was a very good year.” Indeed it has been so far.
Today, The Herald wrote an AMAZING story on the evolution of South Beach. I have been here since 1992. I moved to Miami Beach one week after Hurricane Andrew. Prior to that, I came to Miami Beach on vacation. I used to attend the Winter Music Conference when attendance was about 300. Now it is some out-of-control number like 30,000!
The evolution of South Beach has been truly amazing and one for the history books. Like it or not, South Beach is so big, it is now a BRAND! When I used to vacation here in the late 80s to early 90s, I could have never imagined that the place where I was standing and living would also be considered “the hippest place on earth.”
This is a picture of my friend Kelly and I prior to clubbing in 1992. We were staying at the Avalon Hotel at 7th and Ocean Drive. It was considered the coolest hotel at the time.
I was watching a documentary on SoBe where Tara Solomon mentioned that, in the early days of SoBe, there was edgy glamour but NO money. She was correct. The buildings were still dumps, BUT the place oozed with cool. The fashionistas made SoBe the epicenter of chic- not the chic SoBe is known for today- but chic in an underground sort of way. You could feel the energy everywhere.
If you were “cool,” you were coming to South Beach. Keep in mind, we WEREN’T coming to Miami, we were coming to Miami Beach. I remember when South Beach started to pop. I was here for the Winter Music Conference, which was held at the Fontainebleau. Coincidentally, The Bodyguard, was being filmed at the Fontainebleau at the same time. Wow! Next came The Specialist, then on and on.

Madonna graced us with her presence back then, too. Remember her “SEX” book in ‘92? Here’s a page from it with Madge “hitching” a ride in Golden Beach. Where else would this happen? Sly came and so did Gianni Versace. Does anybody remember the name of the MiMo- style hotel that he bought and demolished to create the pool area for “Casa Casuarina?” I think it was the Revere. Coincidentally, today is the 10th anniversary of his death.
Names like Louis Canales and Tara Solomon were the ones dropped most often if you wanted an entree into the “glamourous life.” We all went out seven nights a week. Remember the “Martini Club” and Cassis on Tuesdays, Warsaw on Wednesdays and on and on (and I mean on and on!)?
Here’s a trip down memory lane:
Semper’s, Egoiste, Hell, Club Nu, Deco’s, 1235, Shelly Novak on the top of the bus at the Marlin tea dance, The Spot, Gary James (he’s back), Avenue A, Michael Capponi (bigger than ever), Jorge Nunez, Andrew Cunanan, Paragon, A Fish Called Avalon, Velvet, Groove Jet, Jimmy Franzo (he used to be my trainer. I hear he’s in Vegas, baby), Rebar Monday nights-hell, Rebar every night!- The Strand, Follia, Fat Black Pussycat or “Fat Black,” John Hood (I hear he’s a writer now), PINKY!!! Remember Pinky? He’s on the show about Wilhelmina Models. Cafe Torino, I Tre Merli, The Whiskey, The Kitchen, ICON (the club; not the condo—we’ll get to that), David Padilla, Jaime Cardona (he knows Donatella - woo hoo!), Sinatra Bar, Scratch, Risk, Bar Room, Joia, Prive (is that still open?), Greg & Nicole Brier, Le Loft and Liquid (Studio 54 of SoBe). Remember Cameo Sunday disco nights? The Kremlin, Club Deuce, The Island Club, Les Bains Douche, Union Bar, WPA, Amnesia, Alex Duff, Mickey Rourke (he’s back), Debbie Ohanian, Kevin Aviance, crobar, Backdoor Bamby, Mynt, Chris Paciello,Ingrid Casares and Ellen Pompeo - that’s right, Meredith Grey herself. We hung out, and she would flip through magazines trying to mimic Kate Moss’ poses. Funny! Ellen: call me! Paloma!! Patricia Fields, Esteban Cortazar (when he was, like, three-years-old!), Merle Weiss(she was a brunette then), Torpedo, OVO, Post Mortem, Bash. Tony Goldman, Barbara Hulanicki, Esther Percal, Gilbert Stafford, Joe Bon, Fabrizio Brienza, Horacio LeDon, Alan Randolph, Andrew Delaplaine, George Tamsitt, Cyn Zarco, Gingi Beltran, and Iran Issa Kahn.
Sound fun? It was! Non-stop. When did it stop? When the MONEY came. I got into real estate at the suggestion of a friend in ‘94 (before everyone and their mother became a Realtor). Real estate was just about to take off. Lots and lots of money came pouring into these 20 blocks. The Netherland on Ocean Drive was the first “luxury condo” that started the wave. Portofino Tower was the building that would start it all.
Pretty soon there was sooo much money that we didn’t have time to party so much anymore because we were working - working our a**es off! No time to play.
South Beach made its reputation on the “beautiful people”. Everyone was beautiful. Money follows beauty. Then came the restaurants, hotels, clubs, art, food, yachts, celebrities, more celebrities, multi-million dollar condos, international bon vivants, $40M homes, and on AND ON. Pundits say that it is all going to end, but hey, they’ve been saying that for twenty years.

Tonight I went to Danny DeVito’s VIP opening of his new restaurant in South Beach on Ocean Drive. The paparazzi were out in full-force, it was a scene! DeVito South Beach is in the old Joia Restaurant space that was owned by Chris Paciello & Ingrid Casares adjacent to the Century Hotel in the trendy SoFi neighborhood.

Brooke Hogan on the red carpet. I felt like a complete dork taking this picture. I heard many people commenting that the rack of lamb was “delicious”.

The scene ‘al fresco’ was convivial. The red murano chandeliers are hot, hot, hot & expensive!

Decor is very over the top and sumptuous. The white leather banquettes gave the place a very 40’s/50’s glamour.

Paparazzi were everywhere! 
This lobster was incredible. I had first pick!

Brooke Hogan ‘working’ it!

These were “salmon shots” with caviar. Enough said.

The “usual suspects” were in attendance.

All those publicists were running around with clipboards. Notice those damn velvet ropes! Thank god I was “on the list”.

Does Danny have a star on the Walk of Fame?

My euro-friends, notice the cigarette.

I so needed a bottle of Evian. None!

Bar

Notice the VIP room on the second floor.

I was stalking the paparazzi. I’m such a loser.

Dr. Lenny Roudner’s work was in the house!

The restaurant opens for ‘normal’ people on Monday! I must admit, I didn’t even think of taking a look at the menu. I’m sure it’s Italian. There were too many people! The music had a Frank Sinatra vibe all night.