You’re looking for a big, brown-brick building with rows of arched windows on the top floor, sitting right on the corner of Broadway and Third-just follow the “Bradbury” sign sticking out and you can’t miss it!
So, here you are, standing at the threshold of what might look, at first glance, like a perfectly ordinary old office block-some neat rows of windows, some terracotta trim, and a dash of Renaissance style. But trust me, the Bradbury Building is a master of disguise! Behind that understated brick facade lies one of the most magical sights in all of Los Angeles, a place so jaw-dropping even movie directors have a hard time believing it’s real. Picture this: if buildings went on makeover TV shows, the Bradbury would win, every time.
Now, let’s rewind the clock to the late 1800s-gold-mining mogul Lewis L. Bradbury has just struck more gold than you’ll ever find in a jewelry shop. He sets his sights right here, planning to leave his mark on Los Angeles with a building as grand as his dreams. Sumner Hunt, a local architect, draws up a plan, but Bradbury isn’t impressed-talk about picky! Instead, Bradbury picks George Wyman, a young draftsman earning five bucks a week, believing this guy “gets his vision.” Poor Hunt probably wanted to pitch a fit, but history was being made. Some say Wyman just polished up Hunt’s ideas, but whatever the reality, it’s still a riddle-sort of like who really let the dogs out.
Construction started in 1892, but here comes the twist-Bradbury died before his building was complete, so his family saw it through, “just” running the bill up to half a million bucks, about triple what they planned. The workers, hammering away, could hardly have guessed the future that awaited.
From the moment its doors opened in 1893, the Bradbury’s interior was the talk of the town! You’d walk through a narrow lobby, feeling a bit like you’re about to saunter down a Parisian alley, until-bam!-you’d emerge into a soaring, sunlit court that feels more like a cathedral than an office building. Five stories of glazed brick, gleaming Mexican tiles, and all that intricate wrought iron, balconies, and open “birdcage” elevators that ride up through the light. Much of the ironwork took a detour through France and even got shown off at the Chicago World’s Fair, before coming home to LA.
The Bradbury has been more than just a pretty face. While most of its history is as a bustling office building, the city has always known it was something special. In 1977, it was designated a National Historic Landmark-a rare honor for an LA office-following earlier local recognition. As downtown LA boomed and busted, the Bradbury weathered tough years, too. But then along came Ira Yellin in the 1980s, who poured millions into restoring and earthquake-proofing it. He even upgraded the lighting with alabaster sconces from Spain, keeping that golden glow just right, day or night.
Let’s jump to the 21st century. The building found itself the star of new adventures-home to the Museum of Architecture and Design, an art gallery, and offices for everything from police internal affairs to world-renowned think tanks. Nowadays, the ground floor is as classic LA as it gets-there’s a sandwich shop, a real estate office, and a cutlery store with a famous (or infamous) history. And as of 2024, Bradbury Studios has moved in-a coworking space in the atrium with plush seating, snazzy meeting rooms, and even a hidden speakeasy, the Wyman Bar. Now, that’s how you keep a building lively through the centuries!
And oh, the Bradbury is a movie star. Hollywood loves this place-maybe you remember its gothic sunbeams in Blade Runner’s haunting finale, or in the flips and twists of (500) Days of Summer, The Artist, Good Neighbor Sam, Lethal Weapon 4, and a hundred other films and TV shows. Even Janet Jackson danced here once, and Cher sang her heart out beneath those glassy skies.
The Bradbury is now one of the city’s oldest landmarked buildings, open to visitors every day. While you can only go up to the first landing, peer in and you’ll feel you’ve walked onto a page from Los Angeles history. Listen carefully-you might catch the echo of old movie reels spinning, the clang of typewriters, or even the gold-plated dreams of Lewis Bradbury himself.
Alright, take it all in-because this is downtown LA magic at its finest!
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