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    Stephanie Vitacco DRE #00985615 818-989-2000,

    Equity Union

    $650,000

    3625 Fredonia Dr APT 4, Los Angeles, CA 90068

    2beds
    1,063sqft
    : 
    Condominium
    Built in 1963
    -- sqft lot
    $639,000 Zestimate®
    $611/sqft
    $628/mo HOA

    What's special

    Private patiosEuropean fixturesCustom cabinetryBamboo floorsClean linesWalls of glassStainless steel appliances
    A rare opportunity to own a one-of-a-kind residence in a Ray Kappe-designed architectural gem nestled in the Hollywood Hills. This stylishly updated 2-bedroom, 2-bath condo is a striking example of mid-century modern design, reflecting Kappe’s signature vision of clean lines, natural materials, and seamless indoor-outdoor flow. Originally built in 1963 and part of a discreet 12-unit complex, this home stands out with a layout unlike any other in the building—offering enhanced privacy, functionality, and character. Inside, bamboo floors, custom cabinetry, recessed lighting, and walls of glass set the stage for elegant, light-filled living. The sleek kitchen is outfitted with granite countertops, stainless steel appliances, and European fixtures, and the unit includes its own in-unit washer and dryer for added convenience. The open living space flows to two private patios: a front patio with sweeping city light and mountain views—perfect for watching nightly fireworks from Universal Studios—and a tranquil rear patio surrounded by lush greenery. Whether you’re entertaining or relaxing, the indoor-outdoor layout is designed for versatility and ease. Located just south of the Boulevard, you’re minutes from Hollywood, Studio City, and world-class dining, shopping, and entertainment—including the Hollywood Bowl, Runyon Canyon, and Universal City. This is classic Los Angeles living with an architectural pedigree. HOA dues are $828/month, with the seller offering to buy them down to $628/month for the first 12 months.
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