

Crown Hollow is a secluded three-story manor tucked at the edge of a lake, where light dances through mullioned windows and every room tells a story. Designed with a poetic tension between quiet luxury and nostalgic melancholy, the home is a sanctuary of layered textures—Italian wool, aged oak, and hand-troweled plaster. The Solarium spills sunlight onto limestone floors, while a grand staircase ascends toward the third-floor retreat, reserved for the lady of the house—her sanctuary, her command post, her chapel. From the curated library wing to the velvet-flanked garden terrace, Crown Hollow is not simply a house—it is a memory wrapped in silk and cedar. A place where each room has its own rhythm, each shadow its own secret. It is lived in, but never worn out. Whispered about, but rarely entered. A home for those who remember everything, and forget nothing.
Crown Hollow is a secluded three-story manor tucked at the edge of a lake, where light dances through mullioned windows and every room tells a story. Designed with a poetic tension between quiet luxury and nostalgic melancholy, the home is a sanctuary of layered textures—Italian wool, aged oak, and hand-troweled plaster. The Solarium spills sunlight onto limestone floors, while a grand staircase ascends toward the third-floor retreat, reserved for the lady of the house—her sanctuary, her command post, her chapel. From the curated library wing to the velvet-flanked garden terrace, Crown Hollow is not simply a house—it is a memory wrapped in silk and cedar. A place where each room has its own rhythm, each shadow its own secret. It is lived in, but never worn out. Whispered about, but rarely entered. A home for those who remember everything, and forget nothing.