Cher's Los Angeles condo full of million dollar decorating secrets, say Colin ...
Los Angeles. January 2012. We’re secreted on the rooftop terrace at Soho House, a cool as you like private members’ club, where the atmosphere is electric. The evening is unusually clear (L.A. can be so foggy at this time of year) and, from the perilously high perch, we’re peering down over Tinseltown in all its glossy splendour.
Sipping Cosmos (and trying hard not to stare at True Blood’s Alexander Skarsgard who’s sitting at a nearby table), we watch as another guest gestures toward a tall white tower while explaining to his partner that Cher has a residence on a high floor. Damn it, if we only had binoculars we could see if she’s in residence. Jeez! Might she be sporting a flamboyant wig, fishnets and enough plumage to make a peacock blush? Cos that’s what Cher does, right? Yup, even when relaxing at home.
As major fans (come on! it’s in our genes), we can’t help fantasize about her towering city pad. A riot of colour, peut etre? A grand palace of hedonistic glamour featuring great slabs of colour and more glitz than Liberace on steroids? Hmm. Our vivid imaginations run wild.