Complete with "private atrium" and circular driveway. A mid-century summer night's dream!
Anastasia Ashley is a thirty-something bikini gal and pro surfer from San Clemente, CA.
She has one million followers on IG and has appeared in Sport’s Illustrated’s Swimsuit Issue alongside Kate Upton and the models Nina Agdal, Lily Aldridge and Chrissy Teigen, and has featured in New York’s Esquire magazine.
Some years ago, Ms Ashley twerked before her Supergirl Pro heat in Oceanside, ran it on youtube, and stole many millions of views.
A terrific success.
Recently, Ms Ashley sold her redundant three-bedroom Miami beach bungalow, a bolt-hole used while walking catwalks during fashion week and so on. Bought three years ago for $720,000, the 2200 square foot three-bedder on 6000 square feet of lovingly maintained grass at 18 W 30th St, Miami Beach, the house features, among other things, a”private, screen-enclosed atrium” and a circular driveway.
Very mid-century mod etc.
Half-a-mile from the beach, too, although waves very poor quality except in Huzza season.
She was chasing a clean mill for the joint, but took the eight-seventy.
Get a whiff of the place here.
Longtime readers of BeachGrit will remember Ms Ashley socking us with recordings of her reading important poetry.
Song for a Lady, written by the Pulitzer Prize-winning Anne Sexton in 1969 was my favourite. The recording took place in AA’s bedroom (for acoustic purposes) at her Mexican-style apartment in Orange County.
Read along!
Song for a Lady by Anne Sexton (1969)
On the day of breasts and small hips
the window pocked with bad rain,
rain coming on like a minister,
we coupled, so sane and insane.
We lay like spoons while the sinister
rain dropped like flies on our lips
and our glad eyes and our small hips.
“The room is so cold with rain,” you said
and you, feminine you, with your flower
said novenas to my ankles and elbows.
You are a national product and power.
Oh my swan, my drudge, my dear wooly rose,
even a notary would notarize our bed
as you knead me and I rise like bread.
“supermodel”
Bag of blow included?
She’s not even that hot. Every second chick from Colombia to Brasil (via Venezuela) is hotter than her, easily. I mean good on her for getting rich out of surfing but bloody hell, you can’t really throw the label supermodel on her.
I would tongue punch her fart box so bad! I’d even give my left nut just to hear her queef through a walkie talkie.
Upvote for “walkie talkie”.
Agreed
If the car comes with, make sure to strap those boards down.
how this hoe afford this?
Can we see some more shots of the backyard? Hers, not the house.
the sight of striped pillows for your back on chairs at the dining room table have always been a trigger warning and all-out assault on any lingering self-pride for working class proletariat stiffs in their 40’s still lying to themselves they can surf on a 6’2″ in New Jersey…
My anti-depressants have put me yet further from the orbit of sexual thoughts and lead me to clinically ponder the curious pull of hormones such fleshy shapes have over the whims of men and their money, or lack thereof.
When I was young… they told me sex, drugs and rock & roll was the way to get hot chicks. As I gain redundancy in life I realize it was half decent real estate all along.
Love a good huzza
Hahaha no photos of her surfing hahaha
Remember the photos of her arsehole poking out on duck dives? Or was that Alana? Can’t remember.
the day the WSL said “no more close ups of the ladies” , did anyone in the meeting say “hey, from a purely marketing perspective, I am not sure that’s such a good idea” ?
20% increase over three years is laughable.
At least come up with some decent earns for us to ogle please Derek…
Come for the bungalow and stay for the poetry.
Oh my goodness
I just listened
Her voice is like fingernails on a blackboard
Simply awful Derek, simply bloody awful…
P.S.
If you said..
“Come for the ‘property’ and stay for the poetry”
..it would’ve sounded far better than using the word ‘bungalow’, as it both reads and rolls off the tongue better.
Bungalow seems such a cumbersome word in comparison……
Cheers