Where the Yarra Does the Talking
Floor-to-ceiling glass, unobstructed river views, and a terrace wide enough to host your own private Melbourne Cup — the one you used to book on Crown.
Twelve perspectives. No renderings, no artist's impressions. Every image is Jaques as built — the place you'll wake up after a lifetime of earning.
Floor-to-ceiling glass, unobstructed river views, and a terrace wide enough to host your own private Melbourne Cup — the one you used to book on Crown.
The kind of living room that says you never had to ask permission to buy it. Engineered oak, Gaggenau fittings, and enough natural light to read the Financial Review without a lamp.
Wake up, pour a single malt, and watch the city figure itself out before 7am. The skyline looks different when you own the angle it sits on.
King bed, Italian linen blackout, and a wardrobe sized for the life you've already lived. Your spouse gets the walk-in. You get the view.
Not the penthouse. Not the garden level. This is the sweet spot — elevated enough to look down on Melbourne, grounded enough to feel the building breathe.
No strata meetings. No shared laundry schedules. Just a biometric lock, a foyer that smells of cedar and nothing else, and your name on the buzzer.
Direct access to the landscaped atrium. Morning coffee with no balcony — just grass, stone, and the kind of privacy that costs more than the apartment above it.
Monthly lectures by Gina Rinehart on Australian capitalism and what it takes to stay ahead. Andrew Bolt follows. Drinks are on the building.
Gaggenau outdoor kitchen, fire pits, daybeds, and a skyline that makes every sunset feel personal. Your neighbours won't be the noisy kind — they'll be reading the paper.
Tiled, cedar-lined, and heated to a temperature your physiotherapist would approve of. Post-session plunge pool overlooks the bay. Cold water is mandatory. Recovery is a privilege.
Biometric check-in, parcel management, dry-cleaning pickup, and a concierge team who will never ask to see your building pass. If they have to ask, you're not who they think you are.
Thirty years in Melbourne hospitality. Knows which barista on Flinders Lane pulls a proper flat white. Will remember your grandchildren's names by the second visit.