Every space holds a memory. Step through the doors of deKor and you're standing on ground that once hummed with the excitement of Saturday matinees — serials, cartoons, two features, and the smell of popcorn drifting through a lobby decorated floor to ceiling with murals of Hawaii.
Our building at 3130 Glendale Boulevard was once the Atwater Theatre, a beloved neighborhood cinema owned by Harry Owens — bandleader, radio personality, and one of the great Hawaiian music ambassadors of the pre-war era. Owens brought his tropical obsession to the theater's very walls: waterfalls, mountains, and beach scenes spread across every surface, framed by carpets and stage curtains bearing bold tropical leaf and flower patterns.
The Atwater served the community for decades, showing films for just 14¢ admission while children filled their pockets with 6¢ candy. Its special Saturday matinees — complete with a serial chapter, a cartoon, a western, and a comedy — were a rite of passage for the children of Atwater Village.
"Saturday matinees featured serials, cartoons, newsreels, and two movies — all for only 14¢ and 6¢ for candy."
Griffith Park News, c. 1942Los Angeles and the Art Deco Moment
The Atwater Theatre was born into a Los Angeles drunk on modernity. Between the mid-1920s and the eve of World War II, Southern California embraced Art Deco with a fervor matched only by New York and Miami. The style — with its sunburst motifs, stepped facades, polished terrazzo floors, and gilded ornamental flourishes — was the visual language of optimism, prosperity, and the machine age.
Nowhere was this clearer than along the city's commercial corridors and in its movie palaces. Los Angeles was, after all, the world capital of cinema, and the theaters that screened its dreams needed to be every bit as spectacular as the films inside them. Architects like S. Charles Lee designed cathedrals to popular entertainment — the Los Angeles Theatre on Broadway (1931) flooded patrons with French Baroque grandeur; the Wiltern on Wilshire (1931) rose in glazed Zigzag Moderne turquoise tile; and smaller neighborhood theaters like the Atwater brought that same spirit of escapism to ordinary communities across the basin.
What distinguished Los Angeles Deco from its East Coast counterpart was a characteristic lightness — an openness to sunshine, to palm trees, to the Pacific. Where New York Deco reached upward in towers of steel and limestone, L.A. Deco spread outward, sprawling along boulevards, tucked into bungalow courts, embedded in the facades of drugstores and drive-ins. It was democratic and cinematic at once.
The Theater Owners Who Made Neighborhoods
Harry Owens was part of a tradition of theater owners who understood that a neighborhood cinema was far more than a movie house. It was a social institution, a place that shaped the aesthetic memory of everyone who passed through its doors. By covering his theater walls with tropical murals and laying carpets of bold botanical patterns, Owens was creating an immersive world — a total environment — decades before the term "experiential retail" was ever coined.
That impulse, it turns out, is something we understand intimately at deKor. We believe that the spaces where we live and work are never neutral. Every surface, every texture, every object placed with intention contributes to an atmosphere that can delight, calm, inspire, or transport. Our building carries that belief in its very bones — in the proportions of its facade, in the memory held within its walls.
What We Carry Forward
The Atwater Theatre no longer screens films. But in its afterlife as deKor, something of its original spirit persists. There is still an invitation here — to step out of the ordinary flow of Glendale Boulevard, to enter a space that has been arranged with care, to be surrounded by beautiful things. The murals of Hawaii are gone, but the belief that interiors can hold wonder remains.
We think often about the families who filed into this building on Saturday afternoons, the children who saved their pennies for candy, the teenagers who held hands in the dark while Jungle Queen flickered on the screen. Their city — the Los Angeles of zigzag towers, tropical theaters, and bold Deco flourishes — was a city that took beauty seriously, that invested in the idea that even ordinary neighborhoods deserved extraordinary spaces.
That's an inheritance worth honoring. Come visit us sometime. The marquee may have changed, but the sense of occasion hasn't.