Several weeks ago, I took a drive to New Hope, Pennsylvania to visit the sprawling 9-acre workshop/home of George Nakashima. Nakashima, a Japanese-American architect and furniture designer, passed away in 1990. He is survived by his two children, who still work at the compound producing the hand-crafted fine wood furniture that their father made into an American classic.

Some photos from around the internet of Nakashima pieces, including a close-up of his signature butterfly joints.

When someone says a ‘Nakashima piece’ they are usually referring to the natural wood pieces he used, essentially leaving their original uncut shape intact. Heavy slabs cut at the mill often left the original turns and uneven form of the tree rather than cutting the shapes down to more traditional rectangles or squared edges. 60 years later, thanks to Nakashima himself, it seems normal to embrace the ‘nature’ of the wood slabs, but the designs were quite startling at the time. It’s simple to describe the Nakashima aesthetic as ‘natural wood shapes,’ but the legs and bases are the quiet engineering feats that complete the whole. The leg and support pieces use angles that show Nakashima knew a lot more about wood and its strengths than many ever will: many pieces just don’t look like they’d support weight or offer stability, yet they do.

Wood pieces marked for use are all over the place, these are in the entry of the Conoid Studio, one of the several buildings on the compound designed by Nakashima.

Butterfly pieces awaiting use in the workshop.

The warehouse stores hundreds of cuts of wood hand-picked by Nakashima before his death.

Nakashima lived a full life, described to us by his daughter Mira on the tour of the compound: his young adult years spent in 30’s Paris, studies in Tokyo, a short-lived furniture business in Seattle before he and his family were moved into one of the infamous “relocation” camps the US government put its own Japanese-descent citizens in during WWII. After WWII, Nakashima moved to Pennsylvania and started creating the designs that are his legacy, many which are still crafted by a handful of artisans in the buildings on the family compound.

Each Nakashima-designed building (he was also an innovative architect) is dedicated to a different aspect of the process, and the tour takes you through each one, culminating in the amazing art gallery building at the bottom of the low-slung south-facing hillside the entire compound is built into. The tour is a fantastic opportunity to see what goes into furniture of this kind, and it’s great to meet the people who worked with Nakashima and are still working there today. Often hosted by Nakashima’s daughter, the tour is informative and inspiring for anyone with any interest in furniture and American craft.

From NYC, the trip was a quick two-hour drive to New Hope, and on that drive, I was exposed to another classic institute of the Pennsylvania suburbs: Wawa food markets. Whoa. Awesome. Wawa carries the torch of the Automat into the 21st century. It’s like combining an 7/11, a Subway sandwiches, and a self check-in kiosk at the airport.

Wawa Markets: My New Favorite Spot™

You build your sandwich not by describing it to someone, but instead via a thorough set of touch-screen button presses, with buttons for which cold-cut meats you want, which bread, cheese, and condiments you prefer. My favorite was the “More mustard” and “Less mustard” options.

And believe it or not, it’s a good sandwich!

The Nas quote I used in the headline is from this infinitely quotable gem, Halftime. Check out some vintage radio interviews from Mr Magic’s WBLS show, The Rap Attack, here, here, and here.

The Flavor Bin, the podcast that I do with Colby Parker Jr., has some special guests this week, as well as a leaner weigh-in at 25 minutes… Director Evan Bernard talks about DVD commentaries, the Vignelli NYC subway map, with us and tells us what it’s like to have your name checked in a Beastie Boys song. We also talk to Gerhard from the Chinatown Soccer Club and Dj db about his new book project.

“Put it in the Flavor Bin!”

So click on ‘subscribe’, sit back, and take it in while you ride the train home or something. Watch out for that “TH-TH-TH-THROWBACK!” clip in there…

Took the F train out to Brooklyn to hit up to the Superstar DJ Record Fair, not really to buy anything, but just to get a little contact buzz off the whole thing… I already have too many records! Beautiful day, and a lot of enthusiastic people just out copping and hunting.

Rich from Etheria, DB from Breakbeat Science

Saw my man Rich from Etheria Records, one of my favorite record stores over on Avenue A for a decade, sadly now closed. Also saw Breakbeat Science man-about-town DB, and we had a nice chat about variations on international copies of the Rolling Stones’ Sticky Fingers (he’s a huge collector of their stuff), and a project that’s been consuming his time for the last few years: a book about stickers, called Stuck-up Piece of Crap: A Selected History of Stickers, coming out next year on Rizzoli. It’s shaping up to be pretty definitive: he says he’s scanned over 5000 stickers and has several pieces written for it (including one by me about hip-hop stickers). Looking forward to seeing the finished project!

I’d love to tell you how I found that one great record that I’ve been wanting since I lost it at a party, but buying one would have lead to another one, and so on… So I headed back home (purposefully) empty-handed, with difficulty.

In these final weeks of summer, brace yourselves for buying dranks, being on boats, and shortys blaming it on the al-al-al-cohol… There is an AUTO-TUNE app for the iPhone. The common man can now wild out with the best of them. Use at your own risk.

BAPE kills it with these Eames side chairs with the signature camo on them… Dope. In 1999, I certainly didn’t have the clout to make actual chairs, but I did want an Eames chair with camo, so did what I could - I made a T-shirt design. Tony and I did the shirt with our SwishNYC line way back then. No hate, just sayin’.

Church Street, just below Canal. While heading over to the Westside Coffee Shop for some chicken, rice and beans (the only spot in the area after Brisas Del Caribé got turned into a fake Starbucks), I noticed the block was particularly NOT hot. Seems the little shops across from the post office are shuttered and abandoned - no fake Jordans or Bape this week. Sorry, tourists.

Vastly underrated at the time of its release, John Carpenter’s ‘The Thing’ was torn apart by the critics and tanked. Although it’s a remake, it’s vintage Carpenter - eerie, inexplicably well-cast with sincere performances from often-overlooked character actors, gross blood-and-guts “practical” effects (i.e. “before computers”), strangely simple and flimsy under too much scrutiny - it’s fucking awesome and gets better every time I watch it, which I did last night at 1AM as I spotted it on cable. It’s available in HD now on Blu Ray and I might just have to pull the trigger.

Went to a Q Department video screening for director Jaron Albertin(don’t ask, it was too hot of a night to really enjoy the work being projected) and spent some time talking with Arnaud from Alife, and José Parlá, who was in a great mood as usual, probably because he’s living that fly life and was about to head to London for the week.

José told me he’s going to be working on some more pottery over there, and we also talked about the pottery he’s worked on in the south of Japan - my man is doing his thing! Sorry about the poor-quality photo, but those dudes make such big moves, it’s hard to focus.

Spotted this on the internet and I gotta say it’s sorta progressive for Jay-Z… The cover for Blueprint III. Hot, although as you can see it sorta feels a little like something else. Yeah, it’s a little reminiscent of the Secret Machines cover, but that’s OK, Jay - the all-white instruments are always a good look. Still, I’m so old-school that I immediately think of this when I see that abstracted “3” in there. The mighty E-Mu Systems Emulator 3. Don’t tell my girl, but I have one sitting in our basement storage, taking up about a 5th of the space with it’s big-ass ATA flight case. It’s got a 4 megabyte hard-drive, no lie. Back in the day that was a lot! When you trimmed samples, you had to trim both the right and left sides separately, and you had to remember the sample number you were trimming at and match it, otherwise there would be a ‘pop’ at the end of the sample when you played it back. Why keep it, now that the iPhone can likely do more? Well, it’s got these wicked-smooth filters that are analog, when nearly everything else uses digital filters. And I also have the sound collection that was used by Harold Budd using an E-3 on the White Arcades album, which I like a lot. But whatever I’m saying here, know that the thing has been in my basement for years - so maybe I’m just being clingy.

I was with my man Chris from K1X, who was visiting from Berlin, at the newest burger spot in my area, Five Guys… A good quick burger, probably one of the closest things to In-N-Out on the East Coast. While we were getting our drinks, he did some crazy cafeteria ‘suicide’ style mixing, half Coca-Cola, half orange Fanta. WHAT… IS… THAT?!? I asked… “You never had this? It’s called a ‘spezi’ in Germany.” So I made my own, and I will say: it’s good. Not too hard to figure out it’s a lot like a Cherry Coke… But with orange. He tells me it’s based on an old drink brand in Germany called Spezi, with the slogan “Spezi ist Spitze,” or “Spezi Is Great”. Chris then asked me if I’d ever tried Sprite in beer. I had to shake my head ‘No…’  What are you guys doing over there in Berlin?

My friend Wendy sent me this piece about Pete Nice from 3rd Bass. Seems the Rap Prime Minister (“some say sinister”) is in some tangles about his baseball and sports memorabilia collection. My friend Jeff from my old days working at Drawing Board was friends with the guy and told me he had an insane baseball collection and planned on opening a museum up in Cooperstown, but I don’t know what ever happened with that. Probably like those stories of Terminator X raising ostriches.

Nice piece over at Complex about dead rap magazines...The image above is the one they used for ‘On The Go,’ one of the more feisty mags of the era, close to my heart because it was put on by a bunch of dudes I know (Espo, Max Glazer, Ari Foreman, etc). That ‘Cru’ issue took me back… I was working at Def Jam at the time and I was in charge of all the Cru graphics. I did that logo, I did the package for Tha Dirty 30, I did those signs for the cover photo shoot, and then… The record went nowhere. Despite being great, despite the guys being cool mutherfuckers, despite the best ingredients a street team could have - bold yellow/black/white graphics and an amazing graphic for face-painting - I mean, look at that kid just over Chad’s shoulder! But alas, you can’t force people to recognize good shit sometimes. The stars were aligned (or crossed, it seems) as even these Nike Air Humaras came out at the same time…

Violator’s David Lighty stopped me in the elevator to bug out on them and declare that he was going to make them the official Violator footwear during the promotion of the Cru’s album. Well, at least everyone looked good trying.

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I also got this link from my man Gerry V this week: The Tonetable app for the iPhone/iPod Touch. Sorta Dope! Use your iPhone as a Serato Scratch (or other programs, it appears) controller…

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Speaking of On The Go magazine, I live right around the corner from my man Ari, one of the guys behind the magazine, and the current torchbearer of the excellent On The Go marque, now a promotional agency. We cool out around SoHo sometimes, but he takes it to new levels here, lounging on the crosswalk-midpoint bench on Houston and Broadway! We sat for a while and it’s amazing how the human brain just tunes out redundancies like say, traffic noise. Not a bad place to chill and people spot.

Check out this video my friend Alex sent me the link to…

It’s like Busby Berkeley with iChat!

OK, have a good weekend, ya bums.

A while ago, I put up a post about how I did an iTunes search for ‘Police’ and I wound up with a great playlist. It sparked some interest and the comments were populated with great suggestions for more songs. Really cool. Well, last night, while working… OK, actually it was about 30 minutes ago, I’m still working. Anyway, I was listening to some crazy Hawkwind jam and the note progression reminded me of ‘Waiting for The Man’ by the Velvet Underground, and it put in my head that I wanted to hear it. So, I typed ‘waiting’ and wound up with this:

Awesome. Apologies to Sage Francis, but a 25-minute backpacker’s cipher is not on the agenda for the ‘09. I might skip that Gwen Stefani track too, which simultaneously bites Nina Hagen and Weezer’s ‘Hashpipe’. I guess I could have blurred that out.

Check out this 2007 Creative Review interview with designer David Pelham, art director for Penquin Books from 1972-1980. I bumbled across it looking up images and although it’s not spanking new like some quickstrike Susan Boyle dunks or anything, I wanted to pass it on to the artist and design heads out there. You are welcome to scroll quickly through the images of covers if you are fighting deadlines or ADD. Nice insight into the old days of paste-up and repro typesetting, etc. And amazing design. The story he tells about finishing the ‘Clockwork Orange’ cover at 4am Monday morning, just in time for a 5am motorcycle courier pick-up, sounds all too familiar.

No one was happy with this schmuck.

Goodbye, GM

by Michael Moore

June 1, 2009
I write this on the morning of the end of the once-mighty General Motors. By high noon, the President of the United States will have made it official: General Motors, as we know it, has been totaled.

As I sit here in GM’s birthplace, Flint, Michigan, I am surrounded by friends and family who are filled with anxiety about what will happen to them and to the town. Forty percent of the homes and businesses in the city have been abandoned. Imagine what it would be like if you lived in a city where almost every other house is empty. What would be your state of mind?

It is with sad irony that the company which invented “planned obsolescence”—the decision to build cars that would fall apart after a few years so that the customer would then have to buy a new one—has now made itself obsolete. It refused to build automobiles that the public wanted, cars that got great gas mileage, were as safe as they could be, and were exceedingly comfortable to drive. Oh—and that wouldn’t start falling apart after two years. GM stubbornly fought environmental and safety regulations. Its executives arrogantly ignored the “inferior” Japanese and German cars, cars which would become the gold standard for automobile buyers. And it was hell-bent on punishing its unionized workforce, lopping off thousands of workers for no good reason other than to “improve” the short-term bottom line of the corporation. Beginning in the 1980s, when GM was posting record profits, it moved countless jobs to Mexico and elsewhere, thus destroying the lives of tens of thousands of hard-working Americans. The glaring stupidity of this policy was that, when they eliminated the income of so many middle class families, who did they think was going to be able to afford to buy their cars? History will record this blunder in the same way it now writes about the French building the Maginot Line or how the Romans cluelessly poisoned their own water system with lethal lead in its pipes.

So here we are at the deathbed of General Motors. The company’s body not yet cold, and I find myself filled with—dare I say it—joy. It is not the joy of revenge against a corporation that ruined my hometown and brought misery, divorce, alcoholism, homelessness, physical and mental debilitation, and drug addiction to the people I grew up with. Nor do I, obviously, claim any joy in knowing that 21,000 more GM workers will be told that they, too, are without a job.
But you and I and the rest of America now own a car company! I know, I know—who on earth wants to run a car company? Who among us wants $50 billion of our tax dollars thrown down the rat hole of still trying to save GM? Let’s be clear about this: The only way to save GM is to kill GM. Saving our precious industrial infrastructure, though, is another matter and must be a top priority. If we allow the shutting down and tearing down of our auto plants, we will sorely wish we still had them when we realize that those factories could have built the alternative energy systems we now desperately need. And when we realize that the best way to transport ourselves is on light rail and bullet trains and cleaner buses, how will we do this if we’ve allowed our industrial capacity and its skilled workforce to disappear?

Thus, as GM is “reorganized” by the federal government and the bankruptcy court, here is the plan I am asking President Obama to implement for the good of the workers, the GM communities, and the nation as a whole. Twenty years ago when I made “Roger & Me,” I tried to warn people about what was ahead for General Motors. Had the power structure and the punditocracy listened, maybe much of this could have been avoided. Based on my track record, I request an honest and sincere consideration of the following suggestions:

1. Just as President Roosevelt did after the attack on Pearl Harbor, the President must tell the nation that we are at war and we must immediately convert our auto factories to factories that build mass transit vehicles and alternative energy devices. Within months in Flint in 1942, GM halted all car production and immediately used the assembly lines to build planes, tanks and machine guns. The conversion took no time at all. Everyone pitched in. The fascists were defeated.
We are now in a different kind of war—a war that we have conducted against the ecosystem and has been conducted by our very own corporate leaders. This current war has two fronts. One is headquartered in Detroit. The products built in the factories of GM, Ford and Chrysler are some of the greatest weapons of mass destruction responsible for global warming and the melting of our polar icecaps. The things we call “cars” may have been fun to drive, but they are like a million daggers into the heart of Mother Nature. To continue to build them would only lead to the ruin of our species and much of the planet.

The other front in this war is being waged by the oil companies against you and me. They are committed to fleecing us whenever they can, and they have been reckless stewards of the finite amount of oil that is located under the surface of the earth. They know they are sucking it bone dry. And like the lumber tycoons of the early 20th century who didn’t give a damn about future generations as they tore down every forest they could get their hands on, these oil barons are not telling the public what they know to be true—that there are only a few more decades of useable oil on this planet. And as the end days of oil approach us, get ready for some very desperate people willing to kill and be killed just to get their hands on a gallon can of gasoline.

President Obama, now that he has taken control of GM, needs to convert the factories to new and needed uses immediately.

2. Don’t put another $30 billion into the coffers of GM to build cars. Instead, use that money to keep the current workforce—and most of those who have been laid off—employed so that they can build the new modes of 21st century transportation. Let them start the conversion work now.

3. Announce that we will have bullet trains criss-crossing this country in the next five years. Japan is celebrating the 45th anniversary of its first bullet train this year. Now they have dozens of them. Average speed: 165 mph. Average time a train is late: under 30 seconds. They have had these high speed trains for nearly five decades—and we don’t even have one! The fact that the technology already exists for us to go from New York to L.A. in 17 hours by train, and that we haven’t used it, is criminal. Let’s hire the unemployed to build the new high speed lines all over the country. Chicago to Detroit in less than two hours. Miami to DC in under 7 hours. Denver to Dallas in five and a half. This can be done and done now.

4. Initiate a program to put light rail mass transit lines in all our large and medium-sized cities. Build those trains in the GM factories. And hire local people everywhere to install and run this system.

5. For people in rural areas not served by the train lines, have the GM plants produce energy efficient clean buses.

6. For the time being, have some factories build hybrid or all-electric cars (and batteries). It will take a few years for people to get used to the new ways to transport ourselves, so if we’re going to have automobiles, let’s have kinder, gentler ones. We can be building these next month (do not believe anyone who tells you it will take years to retool the factories—that simply isn’t true).

7. Transform some of the empty GM factories to facilities that build windmills, solar panels and other means of alternate forms of energy. We need tens of millions of solar panels right now. And there is an eager and skilled workforce who can build them.

8. Provide tax incentives for those who travel by hybrid car or bus or train. Also, credits for those who convert their home to alternative energy.

9. To help pay for this, impose a two-dollar tax on every gallon of gasoline. This will get people to switch to more energy saving cars or to use the new rail lines and rail cars the former autoworkers have built for them.

Well, that’s a start. Please, please, please don’t save GM so that a smaller version of it will simply do nothing more than build Chevys or Cadillacs. This is not a long-term solution. Don’t throw bad money into a company whose tailpipe is malfunctioning, causing a strange odor to fill the car.
100 years ago this year, the founders of General Motors convinced the world to give up their horses and saddles and buggy whips to try a new form of transportation. Now it is time for us to say goodbye to the internal combustion engine. It seemed to serve us well for so long. We enjoyed the car hops at the A&W. We made out in the front—and the back—seat. We watched movies on large outdoor screens, went to the races at NASCAR tracks across the country, and saw the Pacific Ocean for the first time through the window down Hwy. 1. And now it’s over. It’s a new day and a new century. The President—and the UAW—must seize this moment and create a big batch of lemonade from this very sour and sad lemon.

Yesterday, the last surviving person from the Titanic disaster passed away. She escaped certain death that night and went on to live another 97 years.
So can we survive our own Titanic in all the Flint Michigans of this country. 60% of GM is ours. I think we can do a better job.

Yours,
Michael Moore
MMFlint@aol.com
MichaelMoore.com

Interview up at Manifest Worldwide

The kind folks over at Manifest clothing interviewed me as part of their series of talking with hip-hop heads, performers and visual artists, and it’s just been posted over there at this link, in case you just can’t go another hot internet minute without reading more words from me. At least check out the shirts; nice ‘golden-era’ vibe over there. They make the ‘Listen To Paul’s Boutique’ one that you see me in above. Peep the ‘Humpty Tribe’ one that prompted the woman working at Staples to stop me and ask: “Is that supposed to be the guy who did the Humpty Dance?”

Gripping, slice-of-life shit. Not really; I take that back. Have the good sense to at least smoke weed if you’re gonna be a clown.
***I just want to warn you, nothing really happens in this video. It’s just a bunch of Canadian metalheads dumbing out.

I have a piece called ‘American Mixtape V.2’ in the Museum of Contemporary Art’s fundraising auction ‘FRESH’ this weekend. It’s a large screen-printed wooden panel from an edition of five. There’s a lot of good stuff in the auction, and it goes for good prices too! So if you’re in L.A., check it out. Here’s a link to all the info.

The above-right photo is from the TRYHARDER blog, who has a nice set of preview pics up, showing a lot of what’s available.

So Andrew got his store tight and he’s opening it today. Brands include Invisible:Man (of course), t19, Bastard Squad, Commissary, and Bounty Hunter. Get down with it and make 2009 the summer you stop wearing corny shit. Tonight at 6pm he opens the doors and it is on… Stickers and giftpacks were previewed to me and they are definitely on the ‘must cop that’ short list.

Right next to the Autumn skate shop and across from Giant Robot. Invisible Man - 436 East 9th Street, between Avenue A and First Street, New York City.

My ‘Corporate War’ camo uniformed soldiers, shown here in L.A., are part of the show. Hopefully Todd will provide some recon and photos from Denmark soon. Wish I was there! Thanks to Todd and Mikkel for the weapons support.

E-mailed my friend Tito (Molotov, BangBuro) about the state of things in his home town of Mexico City with all of this flu stuff going on. His reply:

Hey McMillions! Great to hear from you.
Everything aight down here, just the epidemic thing, it is easy to use and abuse a thing like this on a 3rd world you know?
So it’s scary on the economical and political side (besides the damn flu of course) but all good in here so far.
Tito reporting from the crazy flu land.

Carry on Tito! Stay healthy.

Had the great fortune to get in to the new Mike Tyson documentary, directed by James Toback, simply titled Tyson. It’s an amazing piece, solely narrated with a softened perspective by Tyson himself. Formally so volatile, it’s incredible to hear him calmly explain his perspective about moments that must be difficult for him to watch, moments of pure rage, moments of sure embarrassment, moments of loss. But there are many victorious moments as well, moments where he perks up, acknowledging the champion’s past: Tyson the absolute destroyer, the pummeler. It’s a fantastic doc, revealing a man who basically had no formative teen years, a street youth likely kept alive by the structure of being inside of the ring by day and watching films of boxing’s greats at night, at father-figure Cus D’Amato’s upstate mansion.

If you’re like me, and were mystified and fascinated by Tyson’s fiery arc through the 80s and 90s, a wild mix of knock-outs and courtroom dramas, but had little knowledge of the ingredients that came together to create it, you’ll probably enjoy this documentary. The need that the modern-day Iron Mike, retired, scarred, and Māori-inked, desperately (but without desperation) feels to open up, to explain, to connect to people, is captured by Toback in a series of interviews that essentially form Tyson’s commentary track to his own life.

The film has it all. There’s humor, slander, good boxing, bad boxing, elation, tears from Tyson, but also moments of raw rage from his past: the uncensored press conference post-prison rant that nearly stops all autonomic functions when you hear it. The Holyfield ear-biting incidents, the seething Tyson prowling the ring after the fight, during the moments the judges are disqualifying him, while the 2008 voice of Tyson tries to bring sense to it all in his edgy recollection, gives the effect of a riot about to explode. There are also some silly parts, like when the man-child tries to express his fondness of the opposite sex, but it all works somehow, exposing a complex man still maturing to this day.

Tyson himself was there after the screening, and when an audience member asked how he felt about seeing the complete film, he stammered for a moment, before explaining that if he watches it objectively, if he watches it like any other person there, he sometimes sees a man that he’d be scared to be in the same room with.

Must-see if you were ever intrigued by this man.

This was the photo I got as he left… I know, weak, but it was either get a good photo, or shake Tyson’s hand - I went for the hand-shake, and grabbed this photo. You woulda done the same, you know it.

As a photographer, he was able to combine that talent for friendship with his other skill: being into nearly everything before most everyone else. It allowed him to get very personal photo shoots with up-and-comers, as well as those who had arrived, and he had the ear of many magazines and art directors that would send him to collect the many images he did. Fortunately for us, he was able to craft Out of Mind, a book of his work released in late 2007, after some bouncing around with publishers. An excellent collection of photos that shows just how far-reaching and deep his interests and acquaintances were, Out of Mind reads like a stack of unrelated magazines, butting Kate Moss (figuratively) right up against Zapatista rebels. Genesis P-Orridge, Tupac, Mike Muir all share pages with Mongolian nomads and images from the AIDS awareness conference he attended in Durban, Africa. William Eggleston, Biggie, Beastie Boys, Fema Kuti, Richard Prince… The list goes on and on. Looking at it all, it’s easy to forget that the photos are all from one amazing person. He was seriously ahead of the curve, and he will be missed.

Some of Shawn’s signature images. His picture of Biggie in BAPE (wearing Shawn’s own jacket - he was of course friends with Nigo over a decade ago) should tell you how far ahead this guy was. Get his book. It’s available at a steal from Amazon right now. You won’t regret it.

I mean… What!?!

Mercedes CL series. I’m a fan.

I love this sort of thing: Town car totally icy. Somehow so ill.

As seen on the 110: ‘Hot Wheels’ style.

Barely caught this lime muscle.

The sleeper. Reminds me a little of Phantasm, even though that was actually a Hemi ‘Cuda. Mind the ‘angry determined duck’ hood ornament.

Saw a pair of these running up the 5, the other one black, with the rear fenders intact. Eh, I prefer the open look. The entire under-carriage was gloss-tangerine. So sick. Speaking of ‘tangerine,’ and ‘kar kulture’ in general, why isn’t Tom Wolfe’s The Kandy-Kolored Tangerine-Flake Streamline Baby available on the Kindle yet? I never finished reading it and I don’t know where my paperback is. Work with us out here, Amazon, the holes are eye-roll inducing.