Elvis was 6’1”. How did he fit his legs in this thing?
Sometimes I see these cars as a version of the pathetic fallacy. They are cars as psychological projection, and subconscious mirroring, mirroring of the driver – his wants, needs, desires, self-projection, but also mirroring of the atmosphere out there in the world. When the look and the atmosphere of the cars change, it represents a change elsewhere. Outside and inside are not just connected, but the same. In the 70s, there is no more Kandy-Kolored Tangerine Flake Streamline Baby. This isn’t just a design change. It’s a societal change. The ’50s kids are grown up. Look at the steep slant on that hood. No more fins. Sleek, compact, and tough.
Elvis was – like everyone else – reflective of his time, but he also always looked ahead. He always wanted the newest thing. He loved this shit so much.
Elvis’ Cars
1971 Stutz Blackhawk
1956 Cadillac Eldorado
1973 Stutz Blackhawk
