Seattle Times staff columnist
The latest signpost pointing to our city’s shiny future — or bleak destiny, depending on where you stand — is taking shape in South Lake Union directly across from my office.
I’ve never seen it, though. And based on the cheapskate crowd of reporters and nonprofit types I tend to hang out with, I probably never will.
It’s up in the sky, a $19,000 apartment. I don’t mean per year — the advertised rent is $19,000 per month. Actually $19,265. Though up in air that thin, it’s hard to see why they bothered tacking on the $265.
(Historical asterisk: My first apartment, a Capitol Hill studio in 1985 with a view of the Sound, has now officially become but a rounding error in Seattle’s brutal new math. It rented for $220 per month.)
Nineteen grand could be a record for a Seattle apartment (it’s hard to tell for certain because some penthouse rents are not advertised publicly.)
But regardless, the inflation in luxury living is remarkable. Just three years ago, the most expensive apartment on the market in Seattle was $6,800 a month, for one of the units in the Belltown luxury building Escala. Recently a penthouse on top of One Lincoln Tower in Bellevue was going for $20,000 a month, but at more than 4,000 square feet it’s a third larger than the apartment at the under construction Kiara building.
Says Dean Jones, founder of Seattle’s Realogics Sotheby’s International Realty: “It’s a Manhattan moment, that’s for sure.”
Unit 4009 is a 3,000-square foot penthouse in one of those 41-story towers sprouting like bamboo in the Amazon jungle. From the outside the building has all the style of an ’80s office tower. But inside it promises sky lounges, an “elevated oasis … with meandering paths,” concierge services and Instagram-able views.
“We’re not just renting apartments. We’re building a community,” says the Kiara promotional material.
Jones, who was kind enough to explain to me how high-end rentals work, said there are three likely categories of renters who could be willing to pay nearly a quarter-million dollars a year in rent. One is the wealthy looking for a temporary in-city pad while they are “between houses.” Another could be a tech executive or high-level recruit taking Seattle’s temperature (“maybe they want to try one of our winters first, before committing.”) Three could be a corporation that plans to use the suite as a recruiting tool.
“People who rent at this price want to be limber,” he said. “They don’t want to make a commitment to the market yet, for a variety of reasons. They like the luxury of liquidity.”
This sounds to me less like community and more like the arrival in Seattle of a phenomenon just chronicled with great angst in the July issue of Harper’s Magazine.
“The Death of a Once Great City,” is about New York, which is years if not decades ahead of us. But it contains a warning for Seattle about that city’s “urban crisis of affluence.”
It notes two fascinating trends. One is that increasingly it’s money that lives in pricey real estate, not actual people. One-third of the apartments in midtown Manhattan apparently sit empty for at least 10 months of the year because they are used primarily by the superrich as “an investment, a pied-à-terre, a bolt-hole, a strongbox.”
“We are becoming a city of transients,” author Kevin Baker writes.
The second trend is that Manhattan’s real estate is so superheated by investment capital that it is weirdly disconnecting from human reality. The article recounts finding “188 vacant storefronts along Broadway … this on a main commercial avenue in an incredibly wealthy city, in the eighth year of an economic expansion.” The value of the real estate is so stratospheric as an investment that the rent roll no longer matters.
This was the germ of an idea I was trying to get at last year when I coined the term “prosperity bomb,” to describe what has hit Seattle. Those of us who were lucky enough to arrive here decades ago and buy a house have been showered with prosperity. While many who don’t own are being blasted out of town, including scores of small businesses.
“Jane Jacobs’s ‘intricate ballet’ of the streets is being rapidly eradicated by a predatory monoculture,” the Harper’s author depressingly concludes, name-checking the enthusiastic urbanist who wrote “The Death and Life of Great American Cities.”
So here’s the question: Is it possible to square a $19,000 per month rent with “building a community?” Can they coexist? Or is extreme affluence a sort of benign virus that can only hollow out the diverse life of a city.
I don’t know, but I guess the prosperity bomb is more like a neutron device. What’s guaranteed to thrive after it goes off isn’t the people. It’s the real estate.
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