For Let: A Home in the Air, A Place Among ...

There are places where the world gathers itself together, where the wind does not so much pass through as pause to reckon its shape, where the sky bends to the river and the city, trembling, lays itself at your feet. Here, in the newly awakened heart... of the District’s South West, you will find such a place, high above the street, looking out upon the world that shifts and pulses and murmurs below.

Within these walls, cooled and warmed by an unseen hand, where neither the oppressive hand of summer nor the brittle clutch of winter may intrude, you will find a space made for living—true living, where light pours in from the great wide windows, where the balcony, a private outpost above the tide of the city, offers itself to you alone. All things necessary are granted, water and light and heat, humming unseen, endless, as though the building itself were alive, whispering its quiet promise: You will want for nothing.

And below, the watchful eyes of those who stand at their post, keepers of the threshold, ensure that the world outside stays where it belongs. Only those whom you call by name may follow.

No place for idle things, for great lumbering carriages made of iron and glass—for here, one does not idle, one moves, one steps forth into the pulsing heart of the city, the avenues stretching wide and generous in every direction. But then, at the day’s end, the doors open once more, the city left outside, and here, you are home.

Come. Take your place. The door is open. Read More