There is a strong urge when going over these pictures to research, analyze, and theorize about 1967 Chevelles, about how they were designed and built; about how the American market completely accepted their mid-size plainness; about how the car changed through the decades and took on different roles among different social groups as they got older.
But this car, here, out by the East River and Wythe Ave makes me completely shallow. I went out to Brooklyn to see rusty old cars parked on long, empty, industrial blocks and this car completely delivered.
There are all kinds of eye-catching cars in Manhattan, but no matter what I find, I still wish for some of the isolated, striking backdrops that professional car photographers all use. They get to take the cars they’re shooting to specific locations, whereas I have to go and find cars in their natural habitat.
So if I want space, I have to go out to Brooklyn. The added bonus is that the makeup of cars changes as you cross the East River and you’re just that much more likely to find a 1960s daily driver in Williamsburg than even in the East Village.
So I would like to thank all the hipsters of Williamsburg for supplying my camera with tasty cars to snack on like this Chevrolet, and for not getting their cars detailed and restored so that I can enjoy all the texture four decades in the sun gives to a factory paintjob.
I’m not actually sure if this is a bona fide hipstermobile, or if it’s the ride of choice for a local mechanic. Is this car deep enough into this neighborless neighborhood of light manufacturing (The “East Williamsburg Industrial Business Zone,” established 1998) or is it still within the ironic clutches of Williamsburg? Regardless of the answer, this Manhattanite enjoys the washed-out automotive anthropology this car provides.