I am a confessed car lurker and I have been as far back as I can remember. It is all about the old cars, you know the ones made at a time when you could actually tell them apart. I love everything about them, the way they sound, look and feel, and the heavenly smell inside, that may just be partly motor oil. For some reason there are a lot of them in my neighbourhood, but unlike the ones collected and stored in mansions outside the city, these are in daily use. And my experience is that the people driving these beautiful cars behave much nicer on the road. They are not leaning on the horn, cutting off bicyclists or racing down the street. Cool drivers just don't.
Lately I have noticed a new thing on these old cars: the single sticker, placed in just the right spot, with the same precision as a beauty mark. Look at these guys. I am in love.
Okay, this is not the oldest car in my portfolio, but look at that coolness! And the bike popping out, haha.
Obviously this is not about the greatness of the picture, but rather that of the car...
Look at these eyelashes. So sweet!
And a visitor, café creme, with whitewall tyres, vintage American gangster movie style.
Welcome to the neighbourhood.
I am crazy late for an evening I have been looking so much forward to, but I wanted to post this first (nothing makes as heartbreaking a noise as a hungry blog, I swear). It is a meeting between Danish comedian Frank Hvam, and the editor of Jyllands Posten, Flemming Rose, the man responsible for publishing the Mohammed cartoons. Gotta run!