real estate

Who doesn’t aspire to the hobby of suing one’s neighbors?

Well, probably not, but we’ll read whatever we like into that “no comment.”

You won’t see any lift ticket discounts.

A mansion in L.A. here, perhaps a pied-a-terre in London there, and oh yea a market-maker with some change fished out of a couch.

The largest rental-home owner inks a $1 billion joint venture.

Neiman Marcus’ Geoffroy van Raemsdonck is feeling himself a little too hard.

Just be realistic and ignore the “well governed” part.

Ken Griffin’s suddenly got lots of places to stay in a city where Citadel has no office.

That short-form video payday looks awfully far away right now.

How many small cities have their very own federal bankruptcy judges?

Our favorite disgruntled would-be Batman just took a bath in a Miami Beach infinity pool.

He’s probably got a private elevator at 220 CPS, so it’s OK.

Coincidentally, there’s a real bargain for 3,000 lavish square feet in Trump Tower right now.

The former proprietor of the world’s largest trading floor is eyeing spare bedrooms, breakfast nooks for one-third of employees.

Forty-six exceedingly rich New Yorkers aren’t going to let some pauper literally lord it over them for just $18.5 million.

Jho Low’s Mandarin Oriental aerie is no longer in the hands of the federal Marshals.

Maybe he, too, will one day set a Florida real-estate record like his predecessor.

Henry Kravis’ 4,600-acre ranch, to be more specific.