Henry Segerstrom's Balboa House

For farmer-turned-developer Henry Segerstrom and his wife, 

Elizabeth, cultural movers in Orange County, home is a 

vast play of art and light on Balboa Peninsula.

By Janet Eastman

December 2006

HENRY SEGERSTROM dreams big. He always has. When the real 

estate developer thought about creating a shopping center in 

Orange County in the 1960s, he created South Coast Plaza. When he 

wanted to bring art and culture to the region, he and his family gave 

money and land to establish the Orange County Performing Arts 

Center, relocate the South Coast Repertory Theater and open a 

new concert hall this fall bearing the Segerstrom name.

So when it came time to build his own home in the 1980s, he 

wasn’t about to scale back. Yet in Segerstrom’s case, ambition 

means more than pulling out a fat checkbook— which is saying a lot for one of the richest men in Orange County. It also means perseverance and over-the-fence diplomacy.

In the pantheon of Orange County multimillionaires, Henry Segerstrom is different. He 

didn’t (quite) inherit his wealth like Irvine Ranch’s Joan Irvine Smith or O’Neill Ranch’s 

RichardO’Neill,and he isn’t (quite) as ostentatious as Irvine Co.’sDonald Bren. The Seg- 

erstrom family, after all, got its start farming lima beans, and old habits are hard to lose.

Like the habit of patience. Segerstrom will wait out anyone to get what he wants. It’s 

something he learned from his grandfather, Charles John, who first farmed the fabled 

bean on 20 leased acres in 1898 and over the years acquired more property for more fields and dairy farms.

So it should come as no surprise that Segerstrom, who changed his family business 

from agriculture to real estate development in the 1950s, applied the same strategy when it came to amassing six contiguous lots for his private residence on Balboa Peninsula. Nor should it surprise that in spite of its size — 7,250 square feet — and its illustrious artwork —a Henry Moore here, a Milton Avery there, an 18th century Venetian angel— that there is still a certain down-to-earth modesty in its conspicuously material ambition. 

For its architect, James LeNeve, it was an aesthetic that was easy to pull off, and for Segerstrom 

and his wife, Elizabeth, it seems almost second nature.

“To Elizabeth and me, this house re- 

lates to our appreciation of living in 

Orange County,” he says.

Henry Segerstrom is hardly a simple 

man. You don’t get where he is in life at 

the age of 83 on simplicity. So perhaps it 

makes sense that when it was time to 

build his palace on Balboa Peninsula, he 

aspired for just that — simplicity. 

With its white facade, its sandy 

beach, clean lines and gardens, the resi- 

dence looks something like a cross be- 

tween an ocean liner and a Mediterra- 

nean villa. Step inside and you will find 

an open floor plan. No walls separate 

the dining room from the sitting area or 

the seating around the fireplace. Twin 

Matisses hang on either side of the man- 

tel but are overpowered by the view of 

the bay.

To reach the water, Segerstrom steps 

through glass doors that have screens of 

welded metal and melted glass by Ab- 

stract Expressionist Claire Falkenstein. 

He strides across a large patio he de- 

signed and had plated in the same Ari- 

zona sandstone that artist Isamu Nogu- 

chi used for a public garden in Costa 

Mesa. Across the water, a sailboat glides 

by.

“This is the reason I’m here,” he says. 

Segerstrom bought the first lot in 

1962 from the granddaughter of Andrew 

Carnegie, and he and his family divided 

their time between their homes in north 

Santa Ana and on Balboa Peninsula. 

Back then, lots on this coveted piece of 

real estate were passed on from one gen- 

eration to the next and rarely sold. One 

lot he eventually bought was owned by a 

family for 40 years; another he bought 

from a family that had owned it for 70 

years.

Over two decades, he acquired his 

lots by talking to the owners, then wait- 

ing until they were ready to sell. By the 

mid-1980s, he had six lots, two facing the 

bay and extending back 85 feet to a nar- 

row alley and four on the other side of 

the alley, stretching to one of the penin- 

sula’s main streets.

It was time to build.

Segerstrom wanted the design to fit 

the land. To give him privacy. To unwind 

in at the end of the day.

“This is the home we like to come 

home to,” he says, sitting on a chenille 

sofa with his third wife, Elizabeth, 52. He 

still goes to work each day to Costa 

Mesa next to the family’s original farm- 

house. “We like it serene, surrounded by 

nature.”

When asked about the design, he re- 

counts a trip that he and his friend No- 

guchi took to the Salk Institute in La 

Jolla. They were both mesmerized by 

the work of Modernist Luis Barragán, 

who collaborated with Louis Kahnto 

create the incandescent space stretch- 

ing between the buildings. It was 

enough to warrant a trip to Mexico. 

With architect LeNeve, who had 

worked on many of South Coast Plaza’s 

stores, Segerstrom and his then-wife, 

Renée, flew to Mexico City to meet with 

Barragán. Although too ill to take on the 

project, the master of color and light in- 

structed his assistant to give thema 

tour of his work.

“We both liked Barragán’s style and 

flare,” says LeNeve, who has since re- 

tired to San Miguel de Allende. “A lot of 

things have been published of his but 

most of it is his more dramatic work. 

Many of his projects were small. When 

we went down there and looked, we 

saw so many different ideas, such as 

windows that shelter you and still main- 

tain light. Even though Barragán was 

not involved, his was an image we ad- 

mired.”

The blue, gold and orange ochre they 

saw there would inspire some of the 

shades in the Segerstrom home. And 

the pool, decorative cut-out walls and 

lattice wooden gates are right out of 

Barragán’s design book.

But the greatest challenge was to 

unify the lots, especially where the alley 

cut through them with the residence in 

the front and the pool and garden in the 

back. A few architectural tricks make 

the parcels appear seamless.

Both properties have white stucco 

walls, some more than 30 feet high, and 

the portion of the alley between the 

house and the garden area is paved with 

tiles. And when Segerstrom opens the 

gates, the alignment is a straight line 

from the entrance of the house to the 

garden, where Elizabeth grows herbs 

and fruit trees.

Henry and Elizabeth Segerstrom are 

standing underneath a voluminous spi- 

ral staircase, the centerpiece of their 

two-story foyer. It’s dramatic, a thick, 

smooth swirl of white like the top ofa gi- 

ant wedding cake, flowing, inviting, no 

harsh lines. Sunlight streams through 

lattice skylights and narrow celestial 

windows.

It’s all white here. White light. White 

walls. White flowers. White candles. 

White staircase.

Asimple bench upholstered in but- 

tery yellow and cream stripes is against 

awall. The blond wood floor seems to 

flow on forever, into the main room.

“I didn’t want a Colonial or some 

kind of beach theme,” Segerstrom says. 

“See how clean this looks?”

No wonder that he’ll tell you, if asked, 

the story of how the Segerstrom farm 

was weedless. He’s proud of his family’s 

farming roots — he introduces himself 

as a farmer — and is largely a self-edu- 

cated man in the world of art. (After 

servingin the Army during World War II, 

he earned a bachelor’s and master’s de- 

gree in business from Stanford, thanks 

to the GI Bill.)

Over the years, he has taken the time 

to cultivate relationships with the art- 

ists whom he’s commissioned: Noguchi, 

the sculptors Richard Lippold and 

Richard Serra.

And slowly Segerstrom has installed 

more than 20 contemporary works in 

public places. “Little by little,” hesays, 

“we gathered a world-class collection.”

But he also credits his wife, Eliza- 

beth, who has been involved in selecting 

the art for both the public and private 

collections. He married her in 2000 after 

the death of his wife, Renée. She was liv- 

ing in Manhattan working as a psycholo- 

gist at the time they met; he was review- 

ing plans for the new concert hall with 

architect Cesar Pelli. Of course, he told 

her that he was a farmer, and they mar- 

ried three weeks later.

Offering Orange County (she calls it 

“Orange Country”), their vision of what 

high art and culture is requires a certain 

temerity. And there are critics. The Seg- 

erstroms’ aesthetic is somewhat cool 

and remote, but they are confident in 

their mission.

Segerstrom is unabashed. When 

wooing artists, politicians or dignitar- 

ies, he presents them with anHermès 

bag. Inside is a burlap pouch filled with 

lima beans.

And in the living room, on a granite 

coffee table, there is a green stone 

shaped like a giant lima bean. Elizabeth 

cups it in both hands as if it were a fra- 

gile Fabergé egg. “Isamu Noguchi made 

this for Henry,” she says.