I was biking (and baking under the hot sun of the afternoon – yeah, I know, I complain when it’s raining, I complain when it’s sunny, I have a very specific ideal weather which is very rare where I’m leaving : dry cold+sunny, but I digress) from work, and for some reason, I remembered that little clip from François Girard’s Thirty-Two Short Films About Glenn Gould, a movie I saw when I was still a teenager and influenced me a lot, especialy the Leaving part. I think it’s truely speaking to my heavily analogic personality, and explain probably my taste for tacky, old American cars (that radiator grill ! the dieselpunk turning signals ! the folding shutter over the lights !). Anyway, if you don’t care about my sense of aesthetic, you will enjoy this Sarabande from Bach’s Suite française -No. 1.
Tintin & The Red Lotus
Cars of Yverdon : Peugeot 405 Mi16, Chevrolet Malibu Classic station wagon, Mercedes-Benz 280 SL automatic.
Driving a Mustang, drinking some Tang, listening to Wu-Tang
Like a Jeep but on steroid
It’s probably a rubbish car, but the Chrysler New Yorker Fifth Avenue is nevertheless in my top twenty favourite cars ever (a list mostly made up of weird, rubbish but racy vehicles, like, in no particular order : ALFA Romeo SZ, Citroën DS, ALFA Romeo 75, Lexus LS400 XF10, Honda Prelude Mk III, Lancia Thesis, Mercedes-Benz C124, Mercedes-Benz R129, Audi 100 Avant C3, Mazda Miata NA, Mercedes-Benz 560 SEC, Lancia Delta Integrale, Jaguar Type E, Volvo 780, BMW E32, Citroën XM, Citroën SM, FIAT Panda Mk I and Bentley T) .
Dodge Stealth, in a very stealthy and classy paintjob.
Beretta, unsurprisingly behind the shooting range