The Porsche Museum looks like a giant 1960 Braun SM3 electric razor held aloft by the four-fingered hand of Homer Simpson. But it houses an amazing collection of “Top Secret” Porsche concept cars. Which I photographed for your pleasure.
Super, Charged
The story is a Silicon Valley cliche: friends plan to change the world by starting a company in their garage. Only this company, and its product–the $529,000 Renovo all-electric super-coupe–actually belong in a garage.
My latest for DETAILS. P. 54 in the November (Brad Pitt) issue if you want to buy the magazine on the newsstand. If you’re too cheap, you can click on the thumbnail above, and then click again, to view a crappy scan.
Porsche 918 Factory Wows a Bitch
I visited the Porsche 918 factory in Germany yesterday and what I saw amazed me. And this bitch doesn’t amaze easily.
Heads Up!
Soon–or perhaps right now–the view out your windshield will provide far more than a distraction from texting.
My latest for The Globe & Mail, the national newspaper of Canada.
Ian Callum Loves Perfect Curves
My interview with genius Jaguar designer Ian Callum about the origins of the F-Type Project 7. Ian looks great in this shot, right?
Career Highlight????
I wrote the cover story for this month’s issue of Maxim. Actually, two stories: one about the car, one about the model. You can read each of them by clicking on the thumbnails above.
Classic Jet Set Caribbean Glamour
ESCAPE–architect Hermes Mallea’s latest coffee table design/travel book–showcases the most enviable era of Caribbean travel, and charts the invention of our American sun/sea/sand/fruity drink vacation fantasy. (My feature includes lots of photos.)
Paris Auto Show Roundup
My incisive roundup of the 2014 Paris Auto Show finally went live at Maxim. Fashionably late, sure. But isn’t it always best to have the last word?
Donna Karan’s Basic Black Ferrari
My interview with designer, philanthropist, and Ferraristi Donna Karan, in the latest issue of the Official Ferrari Magazine. Click the thumbnails above, then click again, to view a crappy scan. I won’t ask you to shell out $50 for the magazine.
Fuel’s Gold
Diesel. It’s not just for parsimonious old WASPS, pre-suburban Brooklyn heterosexuals, Mississippi fiber-optic cable installers, and hirsute long-distance pumpkin haulers anymore. Now that it’s in my monthly car column in Men’s Fitness–the third best magazine with Men’s in the title–it’s also for twenty-something Midwestern juice-heads. Celebrate this crude mainstreaming by clicking the thumbnail above once, then again, to view a crappy scan. Or just buy the magazine on the newsstand, you chintzy bitch.