Why Am I Obsessed with this Building for Billionaires?

A link to a New York Magazine entered my twitter timeline today and articles about real estate for the 1 percent (especially in New York) are like catnip to me for reasons I’m not entirely clear on, so I read it. It’s an amusing enough article about the cloistered nature of luxury condo living but for some reason I can’t stop thinking about 56 Leonard.

I’m frankly not sure what to think about the exterior. I don’t love it but I don’t hate it either. But earlier I was dying to get a gander at the building’s interior so I did some googling. And I have questions:

1. What am I looking at here? Is this a communal space or the largest apartment in existence?
2. Are those sheep sculptures?
3. Why are there sheep sculptures?
4. Why so many goddamn sheep?
5. Is there a monkey in the corner?
6. Is that…Jack Skellington in the background? Slenderman? Do I need to alert the police? WHAT IS GOING ON IN THIS ENORMOUS ROOM?
7. Did everyone sign a pact promising upon pain of death to never use color in their decor?
8. Did you know there is more than one magazine in existence called “Billionaire?”
9. There are magazines for billionaires. This isn’t a question, I’m just still mulling it over.
10. What is wrong with me? Why am I fixating on this?