There is nothing fugly about that car.
Rust orange is the worst color.
Among car afficionados that collect Chip Foose drawings, its a considered not terribly behind the '68, even in rust orange. It does need the vinyl roof to clean up the clunky rear pillar.
That said, its no Lotus Elan (preferably with Emma Peel in the other seat).
I dunno. Buttresses are a pretty cool feature, especially on such a clunky car. It makes the Elan look like a bland little thing.
|Caminante Nocturno |
The 1970 Dodge Douchebag.
If you abandon your loved ones for the sake of meaningless fornication, you could be dodge material!
Maybe the first girl was just for meaningless fornication too, mister judgmental!
Well that is a good point FABIO, but even so he should remember who kept his dick wet for 4 years before he got the Charger.
Maybe he had just picked her up 5 minutes ago with his magnetic Charger and she's as shallow a whore as the rest of them!
God why do you always assume the worst from people!
These women are all 68+ years old.
I mention that not merely out of an admitted obsession with decay, but because the day is closing in when icons of several generations past cannot be distinguished by their dated fashion or low-res low-fi production from current ones.
Somewhere around 1985-1990 is the cutoff, I think, where (then) sophisticated production and (presuming current trends) accepted diversity and historical borrowings in fashion/hair etc will make the past of the elderly no less attractive than the present of the young. People around now may be the last who live primarily in a pop-cultural present.
This video doesn't deserve much thought. But short windo around 1965-1974 were when practical fashion and social mores saw a lot of the present limits attained or surpassed. My generation, I can confidently say, has consigned itself to being an afterthought in the chronological parade.
Obv: "a short window around" I'm not that hungover, even this New Year's Day. Catch me after triple witching hours if want/expect that.
That was a lot of words to say absolutely nothing.
Nothing new, granted. But Louise Brooks masturbation is a niche phenomenon, Kylie Minogue masturbation won't be.
And till the late 80s, you had to be serious film student to have access to images of Hedy Lamarr at will. It just seems weird being turned on by people now on Social Security, thats all.
In 20 years. Just wait.
five for the commercial, another five for whatever the hell's happening to godot
Nothing all that odd. Falling in love with photographs (mind you, these lasses, while attractive, aren't my type) has undoubtedly occurred for 150 years. Only a amall bit of lubrication accounted for excess extrapolation. Just assume current trends continue, and its easy to imagine a world in which the majority of ones's fixations are to dead people.
Why this video (in particular) set me off to make what are fairly banal observations is one for the forensic psychologists. Maybe I really do need a muscle car for full self-actualization.
|Robin Kestrel |
That is an extremely badass-looking car.
Elliot, how could you abandon your grandmother on the beach?
Ex girl to the next girl, bwaye.
440 cubic inches of awe inspiring power. Fewer than 500 of them were made. What a thing of freaking beauty. Revdrew is an utter idiot to call it fugly. He's fucking fugly. Moron.
People sure are opinionated about cars.
The girl in the Yellow Bikini is wearing an entirely different outfit when she enters the car.
This is obviously a metaphor for something...
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