10086 Sunset Boulevard


Owned successively by three larger-than-life characters—two of them real people—Wilshire Boulevard's most imposing house, while having vanished 60 years ago, remains immortalized as one of Hollywood's great set pieces, one addressed in cinemaland as 10086 Sunset Boulevard. Epic mythologies surrounding the names Desmond, Jenkins, and Getty converge even today at the northwest corner of Wilshire and Irving boulevards, at least to wonderful people out there in the dark.

William O. Jenkins lasted longer as a remnant of Gilded Age
capitalism than did most men; near the end of his reign
 and life, he was satirized as the "Lord and Master
 of Mexico" on an August 1959 magazine cover.

It was William Oscar Jenkins, called a "mysterious buccaneer-businessman" by Time magazine in 1960 and often cited as the man who amassed the largest personal fortune in Mexico, where he was based, who hired architect T. Beverley Keim to design the most monumental of Los Angeles houses in 1922, many decades before even the most well-financed piles in the city began to resemble gargantuan, gilded tract houses. Keim's sprawling 14-bedroom effort, which would be addressed discreetly as 641 South Irving Boulevard, took up little of Jenkins's assemblage of four lots of the original Windsor Square subdivision, plus part of another—a slightly irregular, 360-foot-wide plot extending 225 feet north from Wilshire at its deepest. The Department of Buildings issued a permit for the foundation on April 12, 1922, one for the house itself the following October 30, and one for the garage and servants' quarters on July 16, 1923; mentioned in a number of Los Angeles Times articles during the next few years, the house was described as being near completion in October 1923—and then again as such in November 1925. As expatriates based in Mexico since 1901, the Jenkinses seemed to be in no hurry to occupy their new home; a contract to build walkways and drives wasn't given to May & Grimswood until January 1925. A tennis court was put in along the Lorraine Boulevard side but, curiously, while there was still plenty of room, no swimming pool was dug. The Jenkinses—William the buccaneer, his wife Mary, and their five daughters—appear to have moved in only by late 1925, and then not for very long or at least on any steady basis. It seems that their new house was to be something more along the lines of a prodigious pied-à-terre.

Mary Street Jenkins with two of her five daughters, Jane, 4,
and Margaret, 13, in a 1920 passport shot. The family
appears to have been thinking it wise to spend
more time in Los Angeles after Mr. Jenkins's
kidnapping; the new house was part
of a plan never fully realized.

Whether the publicity-shy William O. Jenkins was as much the stereotypical gringo, buccaneer, exploiter, rumrunner, briber of government officials, tax-evader, or as parsimonious, philanthropic, or even as murderous as legend (and even Time) has had it is the subject of some debate. Revisionists now seem to see an imperfect man whose flaws are exaggerated and decontextualized, in the words of one. Whatever the truth of his actual behavior, Jenkins was probably no better or worse than any other American robber baron or capitalist behind whose fortune, as is said, lies a crime of one sort or the other—somebody was gotten ahead of, if not trampled.

Born near Shelbyville, Tennessee, on May 18, 1878, with farming in his genes, William O. Jenkins had had enough of the provinces by the time he was kicked out of Vanderbilt after eloping with the smitten and apparently adventurous—if tubercular—Mary Lydia Street of Fayetteville. Migration to Texas apparently having been something of a tradition among Tennesseeans, the couple soon left home to seek their fortune in San Antonio. After only a few months, a visit south of the border resulted in a railroad man's chance offer of a job with excellent opportunity for advancement; W. O. seized upon it, considering it an expeditious way to prove his worth to his bride's snobbish family. Living for several years in Monterrey from December 1901, the Jenkinses moved to several other west-central Mexican towns before settling in southerly Puebla in December 1906, where W. O. found his ultimate kingdom. Beginning with modest jobs that led him into cotton manufacturing, he quickly made more than good in fabric; the outbreak of revolution in 1910, rather than driving him north toward home, only sharpened his capitalistic drive. Expatriate poster boy of the notion that industrial free enterprise is the driver of overall economic prosperity, especially one's own, Jenkins set out to buy great quantities of rural land in the state of Puebla with devalued currency. His game was offering high-interest loans to beleaguered landowners, many of them old Mexican families he considered unworthy, and then seizing their holdings on default—it would appear that Jenkins was taking out his simmering animosity toward the planter class that had snubbed him back in Tennessee. Later, one of the most unflattering characterizations of the man was the claim that some farmers had actually been killed to add their property to Jenkins's operations. He made an apparent habit of further greasing his own wheels by means of loans and campaign contributions to politicians and Catholic interests; by becoming a U.S. consular agent and founding a country club, he was able to climb socially among politicians and more established global expats, if not the useless old guard whose day was done. In his 2017 biography Jenkins of Mexico, Andrew Paxman equivocates necessarily on a complicated and odious man; while devoting 500 pages to him when perhaps 200 would suffice—though Mexican history after 1848 is covered in great detail—the author paints Jenkins as interested in little other than making money, his sole measure of success, even if it meant seeing little of his family, enjoying cruel humor, and condoning violence. (W. O. appears to have spent more time weeping by his wife's grave than with her while she was alive; his five daughters had nine marriages among them as they searched for father figures who were not just indulgent, but actually present.) Despite his alleged habit habit of wearing the same clothes every day and maintaining a modest office in Puebla and sometimes walking behind the streetcar Mary was riding in order to save carfare, he had a certain touch, at least until 1919. Unimpressed Zapatista rebels, who had had enough of Jenkins's modus operandi, kidnapped the buccaneer on October 19, the reverberations of which nearly caused an invasion from the north, despite claims in some quarters that the whole thing was some sort of hoax. Released a week later after a ransom of $150,000 in gold had been paid, it seems that afterward W. O. went on about his business pretty much as before, only stepping up, eventually and enormously, it must be said, his calculated philanthropy. By the 1950s, with less tolerance in the air for the old ways of capitalism, Jenkins and his sort had been duly characterized more or less as pirates, less than honorable perhaps if only because of their indiscreet profiles.

While Jenkins's mythology includes the old clothes and a house in Puebla referred to in some sources as "middle class," there was to be a yacht and an oceanfront hilltop spread in Acapulco—not to mention the distinctly unhumble 641 South Irving Boulevard in Los Angeles. There was also diversification in the form of sugar plantations of prodigious output on some of his Mexican property acquisitions, the product of which may well have found its way in liquid form over the border into pre-Repeal America. Jenkins moved into banking and soap and cement and automobile distribution, and famously, into movie theaters. His influence in Mexican film exhibition during the 1940s and '50s made his business dealings something even a daughter could become engaged in, or at least become the face of. The oldest of the Jenkinses' five, Elizabeth, born in Monterrey in 1902, was described by Variety in 1946 as the "owner and operator of more than 80 theaters in Mexico and probably the top femme exhib in the world."

A rare view of the Wilshire Boulevard façade of the Jenkins house
appeared in an architecture trade journal in 1926 soon after completion.
Below: Seen from a perch a half block west and across Wilshire, with Lorraine
Boulevard crossing just behind the second Wilshire Special streetlamp, the
decade-old house broods during the Depression as it waits for a second
act that came only in the movies, and sometimes not even then.

Within three years of the kidnapping, W. O. Jenkins was planning Los Angeles's biggest house to date. While he may have been thinking that a large residential presence in the states would more firmly establish his family's American citizenship, it was Mary who was probably more concerned with personal safety. Facing Mrs. Bennet's dilemma, she might also have been wishing for the Misses Jenkins—as they would be referred to in the Southwest Blue Bookto have the opportunities of a society more homogeneous than Puebla's gaggle of cosmopolitan but less than top-drawer expatriate merchants and minor diplomats. Often described as having been occupied by the the family for a year and then abandoned, 641 South Irving actually appears to have been kept open and operating for the duration of their ownership. The girls—there were, in addition to Elizabeth, Margaret, Jane, Mary (who later tried to become a film actress as "Susan Christie"), and Martha, known as "Tita"—all seem to have been educated in California, including at Marlborough a few blocks north of 641, and to have made the house their home while in the states. Margaret's son William Jenkins Anstead, born in December 1931, also lived in Los Angeles with the family after his mother's second divorce within three years; in 1943 his name was flipped to William Anstead Jenkins when he was adopted by his grandfather, becoming the Junior the old man seems to have always wanted. At any rate, the family was probably not aware on a daily basis of the changes occurring out on Wilshire Boulevard. Commerce had been rolling westward from downtown, beginning soon after the house was finished, and at the same time eastward from A. W. Ross's Miracle Mile, developing 25 blocks toward the Pacific. Traffic was increasing not only correspondingly but exponentially in pre-freeway Los Angeles. What prompted the Jenkinses to give up Wilshire Boulevard in 1936 and establish a new Los Angeles presence at Beverly Hills–adjacent 9315 Doheny Road is not known. Maybe their successor made them an offer they couldn't refuse. Having grown up on residential Wilshire Boulevard, a man lurking in the background saw gold in the esteemed thoroughfare's turn to commerce, and he seemed to resent the neighborhood's resistance—and Windsor Square's resistance in particular—to becoming part of an uninterrupted Wilshire business corridor.

Given his precocious talents for making money and living well, it is
perhaps fitting that 
J. Paul Getty appears looking more like a
schoolboy than the 45-year-old, four-times-married man
he was in Gerald R. Brockhurst's portrait painted in
London in 1938. Given his energy, the curious
thing is how he was ever persuaded to sit
still long enough for a portrait.

Described on one biography book jacket as a "hardbitten oilman, spectacular lover, absent parent, miserly art collector, philandering husband, social snob, bodybuilding enthusiast, hypochondriac, Hitler sympathizer, master businessman, and the richest man in the world"—not just in Mexico, as Jenkins was—Jean Paul Getty's youth had been spent on Wilshire 13 blocks east of Irving Boulevard. His father, George, the original Getty oil man, had built 647 South Kingsley Drive in 1908 before Wilshire Boulevard was even paved. Perhaps it was having grown up watching the changes on Wilshire from his bedroom window, early on becoming attuned to the huge potential of return on his father's 1908 investment, but, even before his mother died in late 1941 while she was still living on the corner of Kingsley and Wilshire with trade encroaching, Paul Getty began buying on the boulevard. In 1936, between wives number four and five, Getty acquired the Jenkins house, a white elephant of the Depression if there ever was one, as well 637 South Lorraine across the street (a house built at 501 South Normandie, moved to Lorraine in the late '20s, and, amazingly, moved again to 600 South Rossmore in 1980). No doubt Getty saw the future commercial potential of a prime lot containing a house that had outlived its limited usefulness in 10 short years. Like Noah Cross, he knew he was buying the future.

The third phantom occupant of 641 South Irving preferred the address of
of 10086 Sunset Boulevard. Above, exterior detail of the Jenkins house is seen
in the 1950 film Sunset Boulevard: Gloria Swanson as Norma Desmond orders her
servant/first husband Max (
Erich von Stroheim) to bring the Isotta-Fraschini around—
the star was ready 
to take her script of Salome to Mr. DeMille at Paramount. Interior
shooting on Sunset Boulevard was done at Paramount on sets duplicating the
Jenkins house arrangements, but with more room for lights and cameras.
Below, the movie's climactic staircase—note the soundstage ceiling.

It might seem that Paul Getty's many wives, once discarded, required the sort of housing to which they had become accustomed, as some have explained Getty's two Wilshire Boulevard property purchases during 1936—Number Four, actress Ann Rork, did receive a beach house in her hard-won settlement that year, but there appears to be no evidence that Getty ceded title of either 637 South Lorraine or 641 South Irving to her or any other wife. Despite covenants dictating that Windsor Square remain residential for 50 years from its 1911 founding, Getty bought and sat on the enormous Jenkins pile at 641 South Irving Boulevard for 16 years. Described in some sources as belonging to a Getty ex-wife at the time of its use in 1950 as the Sunset Boulevard palazzo of silent star Norma Desmond—a crucial-to-the-script swimming pool was excavated for production—the house and pool also appeared five years later, presented even more in shambles, in Rebel Without a Cause. Between its film appearances, Paul, having held off as postwar values rose and, never much interested in being a good neighbor, gave the residents of Windsor Square conniptions when he sought to break the subdivision's covenants and tear down the house in 1952; after five years he succeeded—naturally—adding insult to injury by building on its site the wall-like, block-long, and still-extant Tidewater Oil building for his business interests. In an aggressive, megalomaniacal bid to acquire the entire square block back to Sixth Street, and more, Getty, in the guise of Tidewater (later Getty Oil), wound up with 605 South Irving in 1959. This time thwarted by neighbors, the oil company, naming the house in memory of Paul's oldest son George Franklin Getty II, head of Tidewater/Getty and an apparent suicide in 1973, donated 605 to the city in 1976 for use as the official mayor's residence a few months before Paul himself died. While a nice enough house, one can't help but wish it, rather than the Jenkins house, had been torn down if one of them had to go.

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While the Los Angeles profile of William O. Jenkins was never high despite the size and location of his house, it became even quieter after he sold 641 South Irving to the much flashier and far richer J. Paul Getty, and even more so after Mary Jenkins's death in the city on January 15, 1944, at the age of 61—in a mental hospital, according to one source, though it seems there may have been some confusion, as there often is, over the term "sanitarium." The actual precipitating event was more likely a recent tuberculosis-related period of infirmity. (In any case, and not surprisingly, W. O. was absent when she expired, having returned to Mexico.) Jenkins's Mexican image as patrón, however, only rose as he expanded into movie exhibition—what surer way to endear himself to the people than by bringing them entertainment in the form of stardust? His image as an exploitative gringo had begun to be redeemed years before by a calculated charitable turn after the debacle of the kidnapping, a new profile cemented when he established the still-operating Mary Street Jenkins Foundation in memory of his wife in 1954. Elizabeth Jenkins Higgins, his movie manager—at least until W. O. decided he didn't like his daughter making her own decisions about the business—was, sadly, given to dipsomania. She died in a bathroom fall at home in Washington that year; whether or not "Don Guillermo" felt some spiritual inclination to give back after the deaths of his wife and oldest daughter is not known, but it seems that his heart may have finally been in a less solipsistic place with the establishment of the foundation. He left the organization most of his fortune when he died in Puebla at 85 on June 4, 1963, having turned over his business operations to his grandson-cum-son. The Jenkins largess also found its way back to Tennessee, where hospitals were funded as well as building projects at his would-be alma mater in Nashville.

The Jenkins house occupied the full northside blockfront of Wilshire
between Irving and Lorraine boulevards. While its main entrance faced east on
Irving, its more familiar "Sunset Boulevard" visage was oriented north and west, as
seen at top in an adaptation of a 1925 Russwin hardware advertisement by illustrator
John Knowles Hare and above in the architect's rendering that appeared in the
Los Angeles Times, July 9, 1922. Below, Norma Desmond's collaborator
Joe Gillis arrives by chance at his new (and last) home in 1950.

The philanthropy of Paul Getty, of course, is better known, most especially in the form of Los Angeles museums, which, come to think of it, 641 resembles. As well as making a prudent investment, it might have actually crossed his mind to offer Ann Rork the house as part of her divorce booty, and if she declined, to use it to woo the woman he'd met in 1935 and hoped to make his fifth wife. Some have written that one wife or another ran an acting school in the house at one point, which might have been an idea if not fact derived from the theatrical aspirations of Ann, who had been an actress in silents, and her successor, the ravishing and indomitable Number Five, Louise Dudley Lynch, a nightclub singer from a social background who had a more serious career in mind. (Her nickname was "Teddy," presumably for her lighthearted ways; she became the more opera-ready "Theodora" in some credits, such as that of an opera singer in the 1945 movie The Lost Weekend.) The closest Teddy seems to have gotten to 641 was a look at it with her mother when Paul offered it to Mrs. Lynch as a Los Angeles residence; she said no, thank you, and took a smaller Pasadena place. Whatever prior theatrical life 641 may possibly have had, it paled in comparison to the life of the third major star owner of the house. Enter Billy Wilder and Norma Desmond, assuring that Sunset Boulevard would become one of Wilshire Boulevard's claims to fame in perpetuity. The Jenkins/Getty house was chosen for the movie, which, as star Nancy Olson remembered decades later, was used only for its exteriors. While the answer may lie buried somewhere in Paramount archives, assuming any detailed records were even kept, David Wallace concurs in Lost Hollywood:

"Although the interiors were fine for the story, they weren't spacious enough for Wilder to move his cameras freely, so they were recreated on the Paramount lot. Assigned the task [of recreating the actual rooms] was...Hans Dreier, who had been brought to the studio...the same year the Jenkins house was built.... [Dreier] was responsible for the 'stunningly pretentious rooms and staircase'.... The tiles used for the floor of the New Year's Eve ball sequence were exact copies of those in the Jenkins home...."

The interior studio sets were adapted for at least two other Paramount productions. The Bob Hope/Lucille ball vehicle Fancy Pants was filmed almost simultaneously with Sunset Boulevard, and Hans Dreier himself Colonialized them for 1951's A Place in the Sun. As noted previously, the exterior of the actual house, particularly the pool—drained after Joe Gillis died in it—appeared in Rebel Without a Cause in 1955. From his London office Paul Getty granted Rebel's producers the use of the Irving house on only four specific days in April 1955 to complete their work; the oil man, now looking to England for acceptance and now definitely only interested in Wilshire Boulevard for its investment return, was reportedly anxious that demolition of the "Phantom House," as 641 came to be called, be accomplished before Windsor Square neighbors could figure out a new tactic to avoid commerce rising six stories at its front gate. It would take nearly another two years before the end of the fabled house of a buccaneer, an oil tycoon, and a silent star was gone from its lot; the Department of Building and Safety issued a demolition permit on December 11, 1956. Although it did little to diminish the attraction of the old subdivision in the long run, six stories of commerce did in short order come to intrude on Windsor Square in the form of Getty's blocklong Tidewater Building, now the Harbor Building, which opened on December 1, 1958.

Undergoing demolition in a photograph dated February 1, 1957, this
rare view of the front of the Jenkins house was taken from the intersection
of Wilshire Boulevard and Irving (at right); it reveals the façades on the other
side of those to the west, seen similarly in ruins at the same time, below.
The image accompanied an article in the Times on February 24, 1957. 

While the white Tidewater Oil Building, seen here soon after its 1958 completion with its "Flying A"
gasoline logo in place, was designed by eminent architect Claud Beelman, it just somehow
misses the mark on grace as compared to its predecessor. The official residence of

the Los Angeles mayor at 605 South Irving is the white house above the left
wing of what is now called the Harbor Building. Crenshaw Boulevard
enters at bottom right; The Los Altos apartments are at far right.

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The interiors of the Jenkins house were recreated on a soundstage,
above; the exteriors were shot on location. There were at least three entrances
to the house—the address door on Irving, a porte-cochère on the Wilshire side,
and the familiar west-facing entrance seen below in Sunset Boulevard.

For all its country-villa grandeur, its gardens and tennis courts, the
Jenkins house did not have a swimming pool installed until one was dug,
without any recirculation or filtration system, for Sunset Boulevard in 1950—and then
trashed. (Later scenes with the pool filled were probably shot first.) Above is Joe Gillis's

 view from above the garage, before he moved into the main house; below, an ambivalent man
indulges in a privilege of the house and endures his patroness's well-deserved admiration;
in the next image, seen from the main house porch, the pool is lit and ready for his last
scene. Afterward it was boarded over until 1955 when it reappeared for a final
time in Rebel Without a Cause as a noctural playground for James Dean,
Natalie Wood, and Sal Mineo. It was gone two years later.

Before the tails and the vicuña coat, and
before we were to see what was underneath the
"dreadful" shirt, sport jacket, and "same baggy pants"
that were to bore Miss Desmond: After stashing his 1946
Plymouth in the garage at 10086 Sunset Boulevard, the
nearly-defeated Joe Gillis—a.k.a. William Holden—
surveys the moldering scene of his last hurrah.

A matte painting based on the rear, west side of 641 South Irving Boulevard,
intended to place the house farther north in Los Angeles beneath the Griffith Park
Observatory, opened scenes in Rebel Without a Cause that were actually filmed in the
house's  garden and down in Norma Desmond's abandoned pool, where a man had died
five years before. Another death was associated with the house, or at least with the interior
based on it: Below, a timid but dazzled Montgomery Clift, as poor relation George Eastman,
is seen entering his uncle's grand house in A Place in the Sun, released in August 1951,
a year after Sunset Boulevard. Art director Hans Dreier "de-Mediterraneanized" a
set of that film based on the Jenkins house but preserved arches, capitals,
and the staircase on which Miss Desmond readied herself for a closeup.