Photography By Lori Hamilton


Inside a Millionaire’s Man Cave

In Recent Months, Our Personal Oases Have Become All The More Sacred. Here, Jim And Laura Dixon Share Their Perfectly Over-The-Top Naples Sanctuary, Stocked With Fine Wines And Fast Cars.

The man cave is a curious creation of modern life. Fabulously cliché maxims such as “a man’s home is his castle” or “a woman’s place is in the home” have at least allowed us to agree on the fact that both sexes should appreciate a hospitable domicile.  The recent requirements to stay close to home (thanks, COVID-19) have made it all the more sensible to indulge in residential accoutrements. But, even before the virus, somewhere in the last 30-odd years, perhaps thanks to the onset of big-screen televisions and reasonably priced foosball tables, something called the man cave became de rigueur. Ostensibly, it is a room such as a study or den or extra bedroom (up north, they tend to be in basements), that isn’t occupied for another use. It allows a man to be a man in a confined space surrounded by the things he loves: electronics, games, oversized couches and posters of automobiles and Cheryl Tiegs. Some of the more extravagant may feature musical instruments, motorcycle helmets and beer on tap. And then there’s Jim and Laura Dixon’s version. To say it puts all other mantuaries to shame would be, oh, what’s the word, correct. They unabashedly call it a man cave, though it's technically
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