It was a fateful encounter. Skurman helped the couple select a superb apartment on the sixteenth-floor of a venerable thirties Art Deco building on the crest of Nob Hill in San Francisco.
The apartment—a petite one-bedroom—is located at the top of Nob Hill and is an ideal setting for entertaining. But it is the view that thrill.
The Golden Gate Bridge looms to the north, the Bay Bridge arches to the east, all visible from the vast expanse of the living room and dining room, and even the spire of Grace Cathedral are visible from the shower and the bedroom windows.
Zigzag slivers of the Bay, shimmering in the early morning, form a silvery backdrop to the concrete towers of the Financial District and rooftop terraces of Chinatown far below. At night, a galaxy of bright stars and city lights turn the apartment into a movie set, an Astaire and Rogers fantasy.
Skurman was hired to turn the dated and dowdy floor plan and tired interiors into a sparkling jewel-box of their dreams.
