Posts Tagged: mid-century

Fresno Motel Emulated

Old Loves Die Hard

Good-bye Fulton Mall

Townhouse Motel

TownHouse Motel Postcard-Style

TownHouse Motel Postcard-Style (click image to view large)

This mid-century motel in the middle of Bishop almost exhibits what seems to be “Danish googie” styling. Shown here with “motel postcard” processing for even more effect.

Keough Hot Spray

Keough Hot Spray

Keough Hot Spray (click to view large)

The spray, an undulating mix of hot and cold mineral water, is pleasantly disorienting to be in. Or perhaps that was a partial effect of the day hike around Lake Sabrina at over 9000 feet. In any case, the mineral pool was a fantastic finish to the day. And the vintage character of the place, while slowly decaying, was very cool. I hope any sprucing up that might happen doesn’t go too far.

Enjoy Weed

In the final moments of our time around Mt Shasta, I managed to get my group to wait for me while I wandered around Weed, CA shooting the local color. Actually, it didn’t take very long. But it was fun while it lasted.

With subjects like these, it was definitely about color. I was shooting with a polarizing filter, which I have little experience with, and I’m surprised by the deep, dark blues that resulted. Click an image to view large.

Town House Motel, Weed CA, July 2012

Town House Motel, Weed CA, July 2012

Cedar Lanes, Weed CA

Cedar Lanes, Weed CA

Hi-Lo Cafe and Motel, Weed CA

Hi-Lo Cafe and Motel, Weed CA

Dingbats and Matadors

Matador and Apartment Building

Matador and Apartment Building

Today is another day of nothingness. But as I wander through piles of photographs that have yet to processed and catalogued, I can’t help but smile when I come across something with as much charm as this. It’s got everything one could want: hollywood junipers, rock facade, decorative concrete blocks, googie styling, and of course a thrashed Matador. Ahhh, Albany.

Lucky me. Either the AMC collector in El Cerrito sold his collection or moved into my neighborhood. Three beat Matadors and a Javelin are constantly showing up parked in different places, trying to avoid the three-day limit on parking before towing happens. They are always somewhere new, but I never seen any of them actually in motion. Maybe he does it with a Star Trek transporter. The only downside is that there are no Gremlins or Pacers. C’mon! Are you a collector or what?

Dented blue Chevy Impala parked on the street in Oakland

The path my photographic work has taken and this whole thing of my shooting old cars is difficult for me to understand. The thing is, i don’t really like cars that much. Well, that’s not completely true. I like the idea of cars, just not the reality. While i have threatened to buy an old ’63 Ranchero and drive around listening to Bob Wills and His Texas Playboys really loud, I guess I’m too practical and environmentally conscious to actually do it.

And I am not really a “car guy” just like I am not really a “sports guy”. I’m not quite butch enough for that. I’ll be perfectly happy when cars no longer have internal combustion engines, don’t accelerate as quickly, and generally seem more like wussy cars than muscle cars. I’m fine with that.

But the idea of owning my first car again, a black ’69 Firebird with blah, blah, engine, and turbo-blah-blah transmission, and so on, just has an enduring allure. Old cool cars just are still cool to me.

When i reflect on this for more than three or four seconds, I start to worry that it’s really just the result of getting old. The maturation process. The way of nature. I am reminded of being in my 20’s and being into contemporary design and avant garde everything with a zeal akin to that expressed in the manifestos of the Italian Futurists. I saw older people, parents of friends, with “antique” furniture, and thought, “yuck. how could anyone stand to fill their house with this absolutely hideous stuff”. This might seem curious considering that even then I was getting into deco, which I thought of as closely related to modernism.

And it still holds. A Model T is not particularly interesting to me. Not to photograph, not to own, not to daydream about. A Chevy Impala like the one above, on the other hand, is incredibly sexy. Those fins are amazing, the curves, sublime.

Thus one question is, is my appreciation for mid-century design, vintage (or what gets called “retro” even if the object discussed is an original piece) cars, houses, diners, lamps, matchbooks, etc., perfectly analogous to my friend’s parents’ penchant for 19th century Colonial Revival? Yikes! Has the next generation moved on to the next tidal wave of futurism rising up to inundate the 20th century and its nostalgic devotees? Somehow, I can’t help thinking that design from generation to generation, it’s value, and the social patterns that allow for succession to take place, are not simply subjective. That some things are just better than what came before or after. That it’s not just my pathetic nostalgia for the icons of my childhood that leads me to value these objects more than those.

This little mid-life crisis has deflected me from the original question at hand: why cars? It doesn’t appear I’m much closer to answering this. There are number of candidate answers: since I like the idea of cars more than the reality of cars, taking pictures of them wholly satisfies my desires regarding them; or having accepted, even embraced, the demise of the car as we know it, photographing them serves as a way to honor and document the final days before their disappearance; or perhaps they are just easy to shoot–especially when one routinely crops off one end or the other–making for easy points on flickr; or perhaps all of the above. It’s hard to say…. I suppose before too long i will have found every cool car in and around Albany and I’ll have to figure out something else to get fixated on.