Philippe Starck. 18 karats that obviously remind me of a cheat code from Goldeneye.
Below: How to Build a House Museum by Chicago-based artist Theaster Gates. This was a powerful exhibit and a great use of space at the Art Gallery of Ontario. Curated by Kitty Scott.
Afterward, I felt a little more ambitious about how to contextualize the film. I chose a vintage theatre to screen it the second time around, extended it, and added previews to make it really cinematic. I considered uploading the original version earlier, but my worry was that the message would be compromised. In a theatre its just different; you cant't fast forward, rewind or download. You have surround sound, cinematic dimmed lighting, and this particular theatre—floor covered in tacky 80s carpet—bleeds nostalgia. It wasn't easy getting people to the movies to watch a film that I still have a tough time describing, let alone a screening at midnight, so I'm thankful to everyone that came out.
So here it is, the full extended version of the
Around this same time, I collected NASCAR Diecast models; totally unaware of the millions of dollars spent decorating the real vehicles in corporate logos, or costly engineering modifications in each car. To me, a car was more of a muse than a means, and thats as far as it went. I'm the guy that would own a Mercedes 300-SL and still ride a bike to work.
Fast forward a couple decades and my fixation for cars hasn't depreciated, but has evolved. I still love cars, only now I'm able to intersect my personal sentiments with design. Grand Touring, as a collection, you could say, is a result of all the hours spent on PlayStation, watching the Daytona 500 on TSN, and all the other imagery I managed to save to my subconscious hard drive.
This past June, I stumbled upon the film Senna, a documentary about the legendary F1 driver Ayrton Senna, a guy I'd argue
Above: A view from the pits at The Honda Indy. Its pretty interesting to watch an entire team of people service a vehicle being pushed to its limits, maintaining its highest performance every few laps—in record time. Even the smallest amount of dirt or debris on the front wing of the car can alter its aerodynamic advantage.
Below: The jacket named after Ayrton Senna from NEEDS&WANTS Pre-Fall '16. Throughout a decade, Senna would claim 3 championships, 65 pole positions, and 610 career points. Gold seemed pretty fitting given the context.
Above: We sampled onboard footage from Senna's record lap in Monaco for this teaser. The text was purposely exported in low resolution to match the quality of salvaged VHS.
Below: The Monaco jacket from NEEDS&WANTS Pre-Fall '16, crafted entirely in suede. We also did a red, white and black rendition. Ironically, loop zippers and other oversized hardware are trending in high fashion, but my inspiration for the loop zipper was a vintage Goodyear jacket I found on eBay.
Above: Product packaging and presentation—my other obsession. I always want to have product packaging people won't throw away and is still functional. This semi-transparent metallic bag allows you to see its contents when held up to light, plus its air tight and tear proof, too.
Below: I wouldn't have seen the correlation between racing and Brazilian music until watching the Senna movie. Immediately afterward, it became the soundtrack to the Grand Touring collection and the rest of my summer. I put this mixtape together for NEEDS&WANTS including some of my personal collection. Download it here.
I have never seen so many Porsches in my entire life; I'm talking an entire lot full of them, lined up in rows by year. We had access to everything at The Grand Prix, which was different from my experience at the indy, where even an "all access" pass only got you so far before you had to finesse. But in Europe, nothing was off limits, I could capture anything, so I made sure I did—film and digital. Just as I was leaving, there was a vintage Lotus Honda 99T on display, covered in Camel Cigarettes branding that Senna drove on that very track. Wild. There it was, propped up like some symbolic monolith of my childhood reminding me to hold on tight to my childlike sense of adventure. 12 year old me would be ecstatic.