First, a post on a Michigan manufacturing company–and now a tribute to Ford? One might wonder where this sudden fixation on dying American industries comes from. This post happens to be purely accidental. That said, I maintain that while they’re not within my typical realm of design crushes, both the Tyler literature and shiny cars do possess a certain, unmistakable style.
At a family gathering in Wisconsin, we stumbled on a classic car show along a main drag, and I couldn’t resist taking a few snapshots. The exquisite details, the emblems (hey, I love typography–in any form), the candy-apple-red juiciness–it called to me. I know next to nothing about cars, but I found myself wondering which one I would select (on a purely aesthetic basis, of course) if given the option.
The whole spectacle was like a scene from a John Mellancamp video–popcorn and hot dog vendors, Beach Boys on the loudspeakers–total Americana. And I ate it up. I love the details I captured above, but the true winner was a 1960s cream-colored Mustang. It was not as flashy, sculpted or souped-up (yes, I had to look up that expression) as the others but that’s what made it irresistibly chic.
Who would have thought a set of wheels could put me in such a state of reverie?