Quincy Jones Bel-Air Estate Lists for $60M in LA’s Latest Luxury Spiral
Yet again, the cosmos confirms there’s no floor: Quincy Jones has slapped a $60 million price tag on his sprawling Bel-Air mansion, as if anyone outside Hollywood moguls even has cash under the couch cushions. The music producer—whose résumé reads like a Greatest Hits album—first scooped up this 10,000-square-foot Spanish Colonial hideaway back in the late ’90s. According to TMZ’s breaking report and Realtor.com’s public listing, the gated estate sprawls across nearly five acres of manicured lawns, complete with a resort-style pool, spa grotto, tennis court and a sunset-lit rooftop terrace that flaunts panoramic city lights. In case you wondered, yes, even world-class funk royalty tires of the decadence eventually.
Inside, you’ll find eight bedrooms and 12 baths—enough porcelain thrones to host your own United Nations summit of well-heeled guests. A vaulted living room, paneled library, chef’s kitchen and a glass-encased wine cellar are standard issue. But wait, there’s more dread lurking behind those arched doorways: a private screening theater, a fully outfitted gym and an indoor basketball court because who actually sweats at Equinox anymore? The guesthouse and staff quarters, per TMZ and sprawling LA Times real estate chatter, ensure no lack of privacy for houseguests—though if you can afford this place, global pandemics and social collapse probably feel like quaint anecdotes.
Buyers are reportedly eyeing the property with mixed emotions—one foot on the gas pedal, the other wedged firmly on the brake pedal of existential shame. The Agency’s top broker, Jade Mills, is leading showings, promising “unmatched views” and “historic pedigree.” Sure, nothing says “I’ve peaked” like owning the home of the man who arranged “Thriller” and scored countless Oscars seasons later.
Of course, pricetags at this level come with predictable gossip: neighbors whisper about a looming price cut if it doesn’t sell in six months. And should the market crash again, this could end up as a hedge-fund write-off or a TikTok background for influencers staging apocalyptic dance videos. Either way, we get another grim reminder that luxury in Los Angeles is a never-ending competition nobody wins.
Anyway, mark your calendars for the inevitable “price slash” headline. At this point, should we even pretend to be surprised?
Sources: Celebrity Storm and TMZ, Realtor.com
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