Those who know me, know that cars don’t usually interest me much. I take a strict pragmatic approach to them, which is probably a bit strange since I normally notice and appreciate beautiful lines and sleek forms for just what they are – beautiful. But somehow, when it comes to cars, I tend to lump them together under the label of something that gets me where I need to go, and that deserves no real attention beyond that. Not sure why… I’d be the first to tell you that I would be a nightmare witness in a hit-and-run trial. “Can you tell us what kind of vehicle it was?”… “Um… it was a long, blue car…” Maybe it is the stress of traffic in itself, that dulls my senses? Who knows, but every once in a while, even I get snapped out of my usual vehicular lethargy. It’s the details and the sinuous curves that stand out:
True to form, if you asked me what kind of car this was, I really couldn’t tell you. I’m pretty sure I tried to imprint it in my brain when I saw it, because I thought it was so magnificently cool. But, since I can’t remember, I’d probably just say that it was a short, red, kinda sporty, vintage-y one. Truly, it was lovely. If I lived in an era when cars looked like this, perhaps I would know my car brands, and perhaps even worship the designers behind them. Cars back then had such pizzazz and elegance, and such fabulous individuality – truly gorgeous creations! I’m sorry, but so many cars nowadays are ubiquitously tame with their somewhat blobbed, indistinguishable shapes and mostly unexceptional, rather conventional detailing. I imagine this “sameness” has a lot to do with aerodynamics and the efficiency of production platforms, but how could I possibly pay attention when so many of them resemble some version of sneakers?