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Around Kempt, we like our whips to have a provenance. Even when we buy new, we only get the behind the wheel of rides with impeccable pedigrees. This week got our gears turning with several bulletins about vintage vehicles.
First, Hertz cheered us with the news that they’ll be renting the Hurtan Albaycin for rides down Spain’s Costa del Sol. Next, Wired posited than in the near-future of smart cars and sustainable transport, designers might be looking to classic minis.
We’ve never been overly fond of Miami Beach—the “badly-dressed epicenter of the Northern Hemisphere”, as we once put it—a place where even the normally natty seems to lose their sartorial senses.
We’re seriously reconsidering that position however since the advent of a Mercedes-Benz Fashion Week offshoot dedicated to swimwear, which wrapped up yesterday. In New York there’d be the usual parade of starving waifs stumbling down the runway, but this being Miami the catwalk was packed with stacked stunners eye-popping enough for us to ignore how hideous most of the designs were.
Never mind that GQ recently declared that fake tits are as outré in the current economic climate as gas-guzzling SUVs.
The news apparently never reached Miami, and therein lies its charm.
