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Pamela Anderson’s Malibu Mansion in Escrow

Pamela Anderson is just about to say bye-bye to the ‘bu … she’s found a buyer for her beautiful estate and is leaving L.A. for good — or at least, for now.

The ‘Baywatch’ star has a buyer for her 4-bedroom pad in the super-exclusive Malibu Colony. She was asking $14.9 million and, although we don’t know what the buyer is paying, we do know this — the Colony is blazing hot and in many cases, homes are selling way above the asking price.

Our sources say the deal still has some contingencies, so it’s not a lock … at least not yet, but it’s on the road to closing.

Pamela’s soon-to-be-former place is 5,500 square feet … the estate is decked out with a pool, sauna, outdoor bar, fire pit, retractable glass walls and we haven’t even gotten to the guest house. Tomer Fridman has the listing.

The guest home comes with its own lounge, and the bedroom suite features a fireplace, spa tub and sweeping views of the mountains and lagoons.

As for Pam’s plans … she’s living in Vancouver, where she grew up.

source: TMZ

Pamela Anderson Lists $15M Malibu Home

Pamela Anderson is saying goodbye to her Malibu home.

The actress’s home located in the prestigious Malibu Colony will officially go on the market Monday, PEOPLE confirms.

The Baywatch star, 53, is seeking $14.9 million for the four-bedroom, four-and-a-half-bath mansion designed by Philip Vertoch.

The actress — who secretly wed her bodyguard Dan Hayhurst on Christmas Eve — is opting to head north, and will now reside on her grandmother’s former property on Vancouver Island, Canada. She and Hayhurst have been staying there throughout the ongoing COVID-19 pandemic.

“It’s time I went back to my roots. I’m in love and recently married my ‘average Joe’ (as he likes to call himself),” Pamela explains of her decision to leave Malibu behind.

Home now for Anderson is the sprawling ranch where her grandmother lived out her life.

“I’m creating my life here now again where it all started. It’s been a wild ride, now full circle,” the star says.

“I left my small town in my early twenties for Playboy, traveled all around the world, just to come home — one of the most beautiful places on earth. I made it home in one piece, a miracle. I’m a lucky girl.”

Anderson bought the Canadian property three decades ago but now, with her new husband by her side, she is renovating and developing the house to make it her personal piece of sustainable paradise.

Sustainability was also a motivation behind her 5,500-square-foot beach home’s design.

The striking structure sits atop a 6,324-square-foot lot that is privately gated and includes a guest house, rooftop deck with a fireplace, pool, and spa.

The property also comes with beach access to one of the area’s most exclusive strips of sand.

Anderson tells PEOPLE that her favorite room in the house is “my bedroom.”

“I love it and it’s the most sensual and clean space with a rain shower on a teak floor and sauna attached plus a bathtub is in my bedroom,” she said of the luxe chamber which is constructed using teak from “conflict-free areas. ”

Listing agent Tomer Fridman of the Tomer Fridman Group tells PEOPLE that the home’s location has long been one of the most sought after by the rich and famous.

“The Malibu market has become the destination of choice for high net worth and ultra-high net worth individuals from across the nation,” Fridman says.

“Malibu Colony, in particular, is one of Los Angeles’s most important enclaves dating back to Hollywood’s heyday of ’20s glamour.”

Anderson’s move comes more than two months after she wed Hayhurst in an intimate ceremony on the grounds of her Canadian home.

Since her wedding, Anderson has logged off social media, saying in her final Instagram post that she is “settled into the life. I’m genuinely inspired by reading and being in nature. I am free.”

source: People

Pamela Anderson’s Garden of Eden


Nothing can prepare you for FaceTiming Pamela Anderson. One second there is only you — staring, through a layer of iPhone glass, at your tired, trapped reflection, both of you hoping that is not how you actually look — and the next second there is Pamela Anderson, brightening the screen instantaneously and completely, the way a ray of sun stretching beyond a cloud can seem to bounce off the whole Pacific.

She is striding across the great outdoors, and she is smiling and she is saying hello but singing it “Heh-LOOOW!” like she is delighted and excited to talk to you. As if you were not bothering her.

But it can’t have been Ms. Anderson’s — Pamela’s? Pam’s? “Anytime anyone calls me Pam, I feel like they’re mad at me. But anything is fine!” — dream of dreams to drop everything in the middle of her day to answer nosy questions for over an hour.

She has a six-acre pocket of a Canadian island to run. She has shrubs to select based on criteria of prickliness (for privacy) and beauty (for overall visual harmony). She has formal letters to write to the men and women — mostly men — who hold their nations’ nuclear codes, about subjects close to her heart. She has got Anaïs Nin to reread, and Russian to study, and a cam site to unveil.

The last of these tasks, on a recent Friday afternoon, granted the intrusion into Ms. Anderson’s peaceful, insular existence. She was preparing for the refurbished debut of Jasmin, a not necessarily sexually explicit webcam or “camming” site, which offers live online broadcasts and prerecorded content, and has been envisioned as a tamer offshoot of LiveJasmin, one of the most popular, nearly always sexually explicit cam sites on the web.

Jasmin had hired Ms. Anderson in 2019 as its spokeswoman and creative director, pledging in a subsequent news release that she would appear daily there, and to connect “users with lifestyle, relationship and sex positivity influencers.”

Briskly strolling the grounds of her Vancouver Island property, Ms. Anderson, an effervescent 52, cast an impression of a woman who doesn’t take herself too seriously, except in the way dreamy people tend to treat everything in the universe with equal seriousness.

She spoke a mile a minute (1.6 kilometers Canadian) about her rustic life, and the “misunderstood market” that is camming, her voice for the most part perky and girlish, except for occasional plummets into deadpan.

After describing a fairy-tale existence with various cute marine mammals forever frolicking on and around her small wooden dock, she added, with faux causticness, that the seals “look like big Rottweilers swimming around.” After declaring optimistically, “I think I have a lot to say that might be interesting to people,” she did an abrupt volte-face, switching to a low, confessional timbre: “Who knows? Who knows, right, what I’m doing? I don’t know. Maybe no one will be interested.”

The property belonged to her paternal grandmother, Marjorie, who used to run a small general store out of one of the buildings on site. Ms. Anderson bought it from her decades ago so that, she said, her grandmother could have the market value in cash to distribute to her children, and the land could stay in the family. It’s on the water, in the same small town in British Columbia where Ms. Anderson grew up; she moved back last July, after spending a couple of years in the South of France.

“There used to be nine cabins here,” Ms. Anderson said, pausing for breath between sentence bursts as she roamed. “My mom and dad probably conceived me here. They lived in Cabin 9. And they got married on the property.”

“See these little bedrooms?” she asked, showing off cozy A-frame accommodations. Ms. Anderson explained, in detail, where everyone in her father’s family used to sleep. “They’re so cute! Tiny.” One of the small white bedrooms is where she sleeps now.

“At my window, I have a woodpecker who’s burrowed a little nest. He wakes me up every morning, banging his head against the wall.” She switched to a singsong voice, singing her next words up the scale: “They’re! So! Loud!”

“What else is here?” she asked herself.

By her own admission, Ms. Anderson “kind of abandoned” the property for 20 years after her grandmother’s death. “It was really dilapidated,” she said. Some of the crews she had hired to fix it up called it “the haunted house.” Some people (including her parents, who live nearby) believe it is haunted.

“Oh, they have stories, like there’s dead bodies. And everyone has nicknames, the people that lived on here.”

(“Here’s Acid Eddie’s house,” she would say later, while crossing in front of a small cabin.)

“Someone buried gold on the property. I’m like, ‘Really?’” she scoffed.

Years ago Ms. Anderson and an investment partner filed documents to build a collection of condominiums and townhouses on the property, but the development plans fizzled. On the phone, Ms. Anderson said she has “no plans to make it a business. I just want to live here.”

“It’s for family. Or for, if I had a photo shoot here, I could put the whole crew here.”

In addition to the main house, Ms. Anderson envisions a greenhouse, a utility building, a couple of cabins and a vegetable garden whose bounty she will can. (“With my mother!”)

Her flower garden will be the colors of late dusk: blues, purples and pinks. “I don’t like oranges or reds so I’m staying away from that,” she said. She knows her plant names: bleeding hearts, trilliums, Hicks yew hedge. She knows the exact number of shocking pink Yves Piaget rose bushes she will require: 62, already ordered.

“When I ever had problems at any time in my life, I would come here and dream really vividly,” Ms. Anderson said. “When I go into the middle of my field, with all the trees surrounding me — it’s just like they’ve known me my whole life.”

The weather in British Columbia keeps her calm, she said, although “I don’t really dress for the cold.” In sunny Los Angeles, whose beaches Ms. Anderson found fame patrolling on the television series “Baywatch,” “I think I have more of a nervous kind of energy, or I’m hyper,” she said.
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