Like many car lovers, I sometimes spend my free time perusing sale listings of cars I dream about. Now days, most dealers photograph every inch of a supercar revealing many details that the public haven’t been privileged enough to see. Naturally, when I came across Ferrari of South Bay’s listing for an Azzurro California 575 Superamerica, I fell madly in love again. When I first started out photographing cars, I often visited Ferrari of Fort Lauderdale (at the time called Shelton). One day I happened to visit when they received a beautiful 575 Superamerica and were loading it up on a truck. The driver explained that the owner preferred all his Ferrari and Maserati to be in this colour. He was also kind enough to demonstrate the roof flip for me. Good memories. Seeing the listing for such a rare Ferrari in one of my all-time favourite colours reminded me of a short story I wrote a few years back for Tumblr.
Nobody walks like you do. Your tempo strolls the very fine line between arrogant and confident. Unequivocally authoritative. You have your own staccato beat manufactured by the unexpectedly satisfying hollow echo of those black Berluti Continue reading “Short Story (Ferrari) – A Hard Day’s Drive Redux”