DANNY LEE WYNTER
Continuing to dream of life in a mansion still inspires me
OPINION
IT STARTED WHEN I WAS 10 — my dream of living in a large house.
Staring for hours at the mansions in Venice Beach and Malibu, profiled in the pages of my mum’s Vogue, I became obsessed with the notion that life might be better lived somewhere more glamorous than the council-owned high-rise that I called home.
My addiction took a more active turn when, bored at my nanna’s one summer, I phoned an American real-estate tycoon and pretended to be a rich English housewife who was looking for a new pad. All this played out while nanna was hanging out her washing in the back yard. Days later, glossy brochures advertising multimillion pound properties with names such as Little House by the Shore arrived on the doormat. I’d sit for hours recreating them out of Lego.