When I was a kid I would get soooo bored when my dad would drag me to car shows. Now, I'm happy to be sharing this time with him. First it was a Volkswagen and when he got bored with that, he got his dream car: a '78 Alfa Romeo. What's the point? I used to think? How could you possibly be interested in the endless detail, the original and non-original parts? But it's like anything you collect: it's about holding onto quality work and design in a world that increasingly takes it for granted. It's not about how beautiful your car is, but the journey you undertake to reach perfection (or imperfect) perfection if you can't get original parts. I like nice things. I appreciate design. However, more than anything I appreciate the time with my Dad doing something he loves. Appreciating the exactitude of his engineer mind in contrast to the bendable reality of my artist mind. P.S. this is not my dad's trunk. I've photographed it before. It might belong to the Dad of some other thirty-something kid who rolled thought it was too hot to be here looking at a bunch of cars. Maybe they get it now. #AlfaRomeo #losangeles #classic #vintage (at Petersen Automotive Museum)












