Holy Hollywood! Iconic Mansion Rescued!

The Los Angeles City Council unanimously voted to preserve Marilyn Monroe’s Brentwood home as a Historic-Cultural Monument, preventing its demolition and concluding a year-long effort to save it. Last summer, a demolition permit was issued, prompting Councilwoman Traci Park to introduce an emergency motion to block it and initiate the historic designation process. This week’s vote finalized the designation, despite the home’s owners suing the city, alleging abuse of power. A judge denied their request to stop the preservation vote, and the lawsuit is ongoing.

In her speech before the vote, Park emphasized the home’s iconic status and Monroe’s lasting influence, noting the house is the only one she ever owned. She addressed residents’ concerns about traffic and safety and proposed evaluating tour bus restrictions in the area. Park also explored relocating the home for public access, though this has not yet been achieved.

The Los Angeles Conservancy praised the council’s decision, calling it a success for community advocacy. The Brentwood bungalow, built in 1929 and valued at about $8 million, was Monroe’s residence for a few months before her death in 1962 at age 36. She died there from a barbiturate overdose, adding to the home’s historical significance.

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