The Globe and Mail, a Canadian newspaper featured the Twin Palms Estate in their article entitled, It’s still Sinatra’s world, we just rent it, written by Dave LeBlanc on Mar. 14, 2009. Here’s a sample of the article:
It’s quarter to three / There’s no one in the place, ‘cept you and me
Actually there are three of us, but Larry Rener of property management company Homes Run is about to make like a tree, so my wife and I can get to livin’ large under those legendary twin palms. You know the ones: Fifty years ago, whenever Ol’ Blue Eyes was in residence, he’d hoist the cocktail hour banner up the pole between them, and, even though this was the outskirts of Palm Springs, celebrity friends came running.
So set ’em up Joe / I got a little story I think you should know
The story is that, in the summer of ’47, a young Frank Sinatra, flush with his first million, walked into Williams, Williams & Williams while chompin’ on an ice cream cone and asked architect E. Stewart Williams to design and build him a house in time for Christmas. Specifically, a huge honkin’ Georgian, but Mr. Williams, wisely, convinced The Voice that a long, low, modern affair would be better suited to the desert. After working furiously ’round the clock, the 4,500-square-foot, three-bedroom house – Mr. Williams’s first residential commission – was ready by New Year’s Eve.
The Globe and Mail, a Canadian newspaper featured the Twin Palms Estate in their article entitled, It’s still Sinatra’s world, we just rent it, written by Dave LeBlanc on Mar. 14, 2009. Here’s a sample of the article:
It’s quarter to three / There’s no one in the place, ‘cept you and me
Actually there are three of us, but Larry Rener of property management company Homes Run is about to make like a tree, so my wife and I can get to livin’ large under those legendary twin palms. You know the ones: Fifty years ago, whenever Ol’ Blue Eyes was in residence, he’d hoist the cocktail hour banner up the pole between them, and, even though this was the outskirts of Palm Springs, celebrity friends came running.
So set ’em up Joe / I got a little story I think you should know
The story is that, in the summer of ’47, a young Frank Sinatra, flush with his first million, walked into Williams, Williams & Williams while chompin’ on an ice cream cone and asked architect E. Stewart Williams to design and build him a house in time for Christmas. Specifically, a huge honkin’ Georgian, but Mr. Williams, wisely, convinced The Voice that a long, low, modern affair would be better suited to the desert. After working furiously ’round the clock, the 4,500-square-foot, three-bedroom house – Mr. Williams’s first residential commission – was ready by New Year’s Eve.
