Detroit Iron. And a 1959 Buick convertible.

I'm not much interested in Fifties nostalgia---& it's been going on way too long, since about 1972, and there ain't nothing new to say. I don't need to see any more fuzzy dice or 1957 Bel Airs at car shows. And the meanings of the cars of that era have been deconstructed too often, and the cars themselves are usually over-restored. But a friend sent me a batch of photos, and encountering images of these lurid beasts here in prim Holland, land of the well-polished Land Rover, just made it plain, once again, how much dreamlife was invested in cars in the postwar era. Maybe nowadays the psychic hunger goes into handheld gizmos, like iPhones, with their apps. Dislike that word, apps. It's unappetizing. But these cars are remarkable and strange, aren't they? I always especially admired the '59 GM cars, all of them. See the Buick convertible below, black with red interior, always loved that color combination.