Tear-down syndrome might have abated in the U.S. due the housing collapse but it’s as prevalent as ever here in Toronto. This beautiful, 1960s Deck House on a large, lush lot backing onto parkland is destined for demolition once the sale closes in early August.
I say the house is beautiful and it truly is . . . inside and from the back. From the front it’s beyond nondescript showing itself to the world as a low-slung Ranch with nary a window, just a gated courtyard to break up the dull expanse of brick.
From the back it’s a whole other story, a gorgeous, three-tiered facade defined by walls of glass and the decks that give the house its name.
The yard was in deep shade the afternoon I took these shots but I think the image below gives a sense of how verdant and private the property is. This is my idea of paradise.
Inside, the home is brimming with artwork and fine Persian carpets. It’s colourful and tasteful but not especially “done” . . .
The buffalo head was an expensive impulse purchase and one of the defining elements of the living room. I love the way the owners have balanced the black hole of the fireplace with the TV, which sits at perfect viewing height.
A long, low bookcase separates the living and dining rooms without obstructing the sight lines.
Not timid about colour, the couple pushed the envelope in the dining room with this delicious raspberry sherbet shade.
Behind an adjacent wall the colour is echoed in the upholstery of a splendid, vintage divan, a perfect perch for the Fox Terriers who have called the house home.
Of course, the dogs don’t restrict themselves to the divan . . .
The Overman chair and Laurel lamp, below, are typical of the couple’s taste for good quality pieces while side-stepping mid-century modern cliches.
Artwork is displayed on every available expanse of wall.
The vignette below is the view from the bed in the master bedroom.
The art and fine carpets continue right into the master bath.
How incredibly sad to think that the whole thing will be dismantled and demolished before the snow flies again. A year from now a monster home will fill the lot reflecting the tastes of a developer catering to a much more showy and bourgeois clientele. And another piece of Toronto’s architectural history will be lost forever.