Photo: Toni Frissell for LIFE (1965)
There’s a particular kind of luxury that isn’t loud. It doesn’t announce itself—it holds you. Astor Courts, in Rhinebeck, New York, is one of those places. Originally built in the early 1900s for John Jacob Astor IV and designed by Stanford White, the estate reads like a lesson in Gilded Age restraint: grand in proportion, yes, but refined in its details—stone, symmetry, light.
And then there’s the pool.
Set indoors like a private basilica, the room feels less like a place for laps and more like a room for ritual. A soft blue ceiling arches overhead. Marble columns rise with carved capitals that feel almost impossibly delicate for a space built around water. Tall windows pull the outdoors in—trees, sky, season—so the pool becomes a mirror, reflecting both the architecture and the day.
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Bruce Buck / Luxist
What’s striking is how the pool room behaves like a salon. In the Gilded Age, leisure wasn’t just recreation—it was society. Spaces like this weren’t designed for performance; they were designed for presence. For arriving slowly. For sitting at the edge and staying longer than planned. For the quiet choreography of an afternoon where the setting mattered as much as the guest list.
Today, the beauty is in what has been preserved: the original architecture, the sense of proportion, the calm. Restoration can sometimes feel like reinvention—but the best kind simply returns a room to itself. The Astor pool does exactly that: it keeps the past intact while making it livable again, an interior that still feels rare in a world that moves too fast.
It’s also why these spaces stay with us. They remind us that elegance isn’t only what you wear—it’s how a place makes you feel. Gilded Age luxury, at its best, was never about excess. It was about atmosphere.
(And yes—if you’ve ever loved the Astor Courts indoor tennis courts, this pool is their sister space: the same quiet grandeur, the same belief that sport and style belong in the same sentence.)