Showing posts with label cars_vehicles preciososss. Show all posts
Showing posts with label cars_vehicles preciososss. Show all posts

Sunday, 31 March 2013

COM ÉS QUE NO ENS CONEIXÍEM?!

Com amb tantes altres coses positives, la casualitat em va dur a descobrir el Fiat 600 Multiplà. Em va sobtar no haver tingut notícies abans d’aquesta criatura de l’automoció bàsicament per la popularitat del model de base, el Fiat 600 i la versió germana Seat 600.








A banda de l’innegable encant (subjectivament parlant, és clar) que li trobo, googlejant es podien trobar maquetes ben curioses fent referències a usos ben dispars per aquesta criatura amb rodes: taxi, vehicle d’oci per l’estiu (descapotable), vehicle per emergències mèdiques i –el millor de tots- cotxe fúnebre!!! Poden unes línies i formes més arrodonides posar un cert toc de consol en un enterrament?


Wednesday, 13 February 2013

かわいさ (可愛さ)

Could a Reliant Robin be considered cute?

Could a Reliant Robin be considered cute?How is it that we might be able to find cuteness (かわいさ (可愛さ), kawaisa in romaji transcription), in things considered "ugly" by many? I do find this car "cute" (the older versions, in fact) maybe because of the colourful versions, the simple and unaggressive aesthetics, the vulnerability of being a 3-wheeled creature, its appearance, close to that of some sort of kind creature...



Tuesday, 11 December 2012

Having a good Старт


It was by chance, as usually, that I got to know about the microbus Start (Старт),  manufactured by САРБ, ЛАСЗ and ДАБ from 1964 until 1970. Several years ago I discovered East German cars and Fiat Polski but Soviet cars remained quite unknown for me. I knew the names of some brands (Gaz, Lada, Moskvich...) but didn't look for further information.

There's something attractive about Старт...its odd shape and dimensions, the retro kind of front, the impossibility not to notice it...I'm afraid there must be now just too few still "alive", but fortunately (that's something rather emotional...not rational since old cars are rather polluting) there are still Soviet cars to be seen on the roads and streets, just like there are still Trabis moving around in Germany, Seat 600 in Spain and old Fiat 500 in Italy (just to put some examples of wheeled treasures).The colours of vehicles in those years were also somehow special, not only in the East. Blue, yellow and green back there were very different from those used in cars nowadays. 

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Sunday, 30 October 2011

más preciosuras

Dos maquetas hermosas....y un R-5 modelo antiguo real (zona de aparcamiento del Carrefour de Cabrera de Mar, octubre 2011). ¡Qué gran utilidad la de las cámaras de fotos de los móviles! Nunca se sabe cuándo una se puede topar con una de estas "criaturas".














Monday, 2 May 2011

fuego viejuno et al.

Mai se sap quan ens creuem amb criatures mítiques de l'automoció...Feia molt de temps que no veia un Renault Fuego i, sense esperar-ho, allà aparcat prop de casa n'hi havia un. Per la matrícula...segurament de 1982 ò 1983 (el Renault 14 que teniem a casa era FG i era de 1982).



Fa no massa, per motius desconeguts, es van poder veure diversos cotxes antics (ben cuidats) en desfilada. Diversos SEAT, alguns esportius i més de 2 i més de 3 Renault 8, que també costa de veure. Ben corprenedor el model en groc, ben lluent...Sort dels mòbils moderns amb càmara de fotos de qualitat...







Monday, 26 February 2007

URGA en vermell lluminós

De 25 a 26 de febrer, en el mig, un somni estrany. Tren cap a Urga. Un renfe-tren, vermell, com els regionals vells (estil dels que van cap a Cerbère). Lletres vermelles del davant que deien “urga”. URGA en vermell lluminós. No era el tren que esperava però alguna cosa em deia al somni que aquell tren cap a Urga també em duia per on havia de passar. Jo feliç en el tren que anava cap a Urga.

УРГА

I a mig camí el tren esdevenia autobús. Conductor amable. Vaig baixar del vehicle en aquesta ciutat (perquè jo no anava cap a Urga en el somni) i el vehicle desapareixia no sabent si arribava a Urga. I començà un altre somni que ja no recordo.

Urga que no era Urga i tren que no era tren.

Wednesday, 16 August 2006

Die fliegende Trabis und die Pechvögel

Himmelblauen Trabis fliegen wie Trabanten und zeichnen Kreise aus mehrere Farben über mein Kopf. Himmelblau, hell grün, weiß, gelb. Nur ein paar Farbe entlang der Wegen der Wolken. Fliegende Trabis, die ich versuche zu folgen, aber Pechvögel haben wenig Kraft und es gibt immer etwas, dass sie schießen würde. Bang! Und weg oder Wunde, Wunde, Wunde. Wie ein trauriges Lied, fast alles ist schwer zu erreichen, und fast alles läuft mit den Trabis und wird entfernt. Aber...aber ich kann doch einen Planet erfinden und bauen. Auch kann ich Trabis und Trabanten aus Papier machen. Mit geschlossenen Augen werde ich reisen und, irgendwann, irgendwo, irgendwie, etwas neues entdecken, innen und draußen. Ich vermute, dass es etwas neben meinem Herz, hinter meinem Kopf, im Mittelpunkt meines Gehirns, ein tanzendes Etwas in meine Augen gibt. Und irgendwann bin ich keinen Pechvogel mehr sondern jemand oder etwas, wer mit einem fliegenden Trabi fährt.

Saturday, 29 April 2006

A DeLorean and Bhutan

Today I went with a couple of friends to see a documentary film on Bhutan , “the dragon house” (check: http://www.baff-bcn.org/film.php?id_pelicula=92&lang=eng). It wasn’t a typical documentary and there was many more people there than we expected. And the movie was greater than I expected.
The documentary basically depicted life there and the way people felt about the changes taking place in the country. And there was the voice of some scholar, giving a different point of view. I guess the idea people normally have of Bhutan is related to distance, mysticism, mystery and other adjectives of this kind. In fact there’s something true in all those ideas, especially in a traditionally isolated country as Bhutan.
The idea of the Gross National Happiness instead of GNP was something I liked. It makes us wonder, as the westerner in the documentary said, how good the ideas of those westerners trying to export western models are, which aim to make poor countries richer. Some countries are already rich, in many cases richer than wealthy countries. People looked happy out there, happier than most people we meet everyday in most places in the west...and nobody has any right to break their peace, and set conflicts which lead to unhappiness. Why should things that work be changed?. The king wisely tried to preserve Bhutanese culture, with all its traditions, by isolating the land in a very characteristic way, carrying out some isolation from negative influences coming from the west. But in the late 90es internet and TV reached Bhutan. Who can fight against Tv and internet? One of the guys who starred the documentary was a DJ, the first DJ of Bhutan. He wanted to make some revolution in the country, by introducing different music styles, other than commercial pop. He tried to introduce house, techno and trance...aimlessly because at first people didn’t really like such music and preferred dancing to the music they heard on MTV and so on. Is it possible to carry on some selective “modernisation” (I know modernisation is not the word)? It’s like the most commercial side of it found its way easy toward the conquer of Bhutan....but when somebody like that guy tried to introduce something “modern”, “in” in the west, he failed to succeed. His idea seemed to be as strange as a DeLorean nowadays. DeLoreans taking you to the future, like the ideas of that guy, for whom we felt rather sorry. But nowadays DeLoreans also mean something from the past. Bhutan is somehow a bit like a DeLorean: the past and the future meeting. Those three discos in Thimphu: the HQ, the Dragon Club and the Xplode. Men and women dressed in a traditional way and young people wearing jeans. and dancing in the above mentioned discos. Japanese cars, Japanese TVs, blue jeans and soda drinks. I know it’s pretty odd to compare a mythical car (it’s so for me and so it is for many other people) and a beautiful and amazingly interesting country...but I’m prone to do this kind of comparisons. As with Bhutan, not so many people know about DeLoreans. Both have some different beauty and interest and both imply thinking both about past and future, what remains and what will fade away.

Thursday, 2 February 2006

Trabaru and momos

Finally yesterday took place the dinner (dinnersession v.0.1 beta, since one person was missing due to some illness) we had been trying to arrange for some time. And this time, escaping from the lunch menu at the tibetan restaurant we went to, we could find a wide range of dishes willing to be tasted...including momos, which i hadn't tasted yet (momos weren't in the lunch menu the other times i went to that restaurant). Ah...the world of momos...momos, gyoza, pierogi (polish), ravioli, and the less unknown variants. There are always variants ready to appear at the less expected moment, just like another polish version of something...well, not exactly a version but an hybrid, the trabaru. Basic Mathematics: Trabant+ Subaru Impreza= Trabaru (impreza). Quite obvious, but it didn't come to the mind of Germans (East Germans in this case), who gave birth to Trabant in Zwickau. I can affirm so on the basis of the results for trabaru in Google (uuuh...so scientific!), which on the whole (well, almost) show links to pages in Polish...Sites of, by or for trabaru or any kind of customised trabant lovers...The possibilities of a Trabi are almost as many as those of momopierogigyozaetc. A Trabi can be used as a car, obviously, but also, as a sculpture/decorative structure for your house (i've heard of one case of somebody having a trabi inside a room, lucky one), as a charriot, as something for unknown purposes, like an image of a trabi, in oblivion, somewhere in Mongolia, next to some ger..how did a trabi reach Mongoliaaaa??????!!! i'll place the link here when i find it), as a place for some lost stork to build its nest, as work of art, as nomad garden, or static garden, as a tool to give all sorts of messages..a trabi can be media...infinite possibilities. After the fall of the iron curtain, the possibilities of a trabant in society and in art multiplied themselves, i'd say, from what those pictures showing forgotten trabis tell.
And the trabi in the image above shows some communion between trabi and momos. A cardboard trabi (badly painted, by the way), moving across some printed e-book talking about Nomads in Tibet. And momos come from Tibet. And trabis from Zwickau...and, as ideas they both are, they spread their possibilities, their different possible faces across the world. momos and trabis, or pierogi and polski fiat 126 (customised or not), ravioli and fiat 500...and so on.

Sunday, 29 January 2006

Citroën DS, marry me!!!!

I might write love songs for a car...and rather marry a car, a Citroën DS:A car or a man? what a question!...i'd say that a car is better concerning love songs and marriage and i'm in fact talking about a car (it's not a metaphor). Citroën DS...marry me, you're the car of my life! And it/he feels moved by my words and takes me far away to another out-of-nowhere. And maybe, by declaring one's love to a car, it acquires the ability to fly or it/he might become more human than many so-called humans. A car won't let you down but when it/he is sick or dies. A car won't even dare to image to treat you like an object nor lie, nor do any other negative actions...but cars have soul, pure souls. I believe so, and they can accept love with no conditions and will be always thankful if they're properly treated.
Yes...and i could become Y. DS, Mrs DS. And inside him/it, my beloved-car-of-my-life, no worry, no pain...only boosted energy and a handful of dreams to go somewhere else, together. Inside him/it, it's possible to weave dreams, out of clouds seen outside, out of the movement seen through the windows, out of beautiful silhouettes hidden in impossible landscapes.
keep you shiny
keep your engine beating healthily
never let you down,
die together when there are no more roads to go along.
like old-fashioned japanese lovers.

Friday, 6 January 2006

beautiful wheeled creatures

For years (sinc ethe early 90es...right after a car accident we had..after our poor Renault-14's passing away) i've been developing an interest in cars...but not in all cars...actually, i'm becoming more selective as yearsgo by and modern ones are those who i feel are less interesting. And some years ago my interest for East-european cars...staring with the misterious Autovaz and then the immortal Lada Niva (both Russian). Not so long ago i discovered Trabant, from the former East Germany (which i hope to see personally one day, before they disappear from roads). Ah...and the last discovery is the model in the picture, russian, UAZ (уаз) 3962 (fist image) /39094 (the other pic). And...how did i come across such beautiful creature?? it was thanks to a documentary about political repression and its devastation in Mongolia. I did think of this van and fell in love with it...but didn't think about it again, but vaguely. But today, on Cuatro Tv channel, i was checking what was coming after a Jackie Chan movie (i watched some scenes)....and there was another Jackie Chan movie (another!!! the first had something to do with racing cars...and the second with a russian woman, typically named Natasha, as many Russian characters in movies)...and i spotted some uaz 3962!!!! but in their military use version, in typical-military-green. Then i left, without paying much attention to the movie...and came here aiming to finally find the model-name- of this van, which seems to have feelings and to be looking at us with a tender expression...different from that of a Trabant, a happier one, different from the expression of a Lada Niva, which looks funnier....and radically different to that of a Renault 8 (uff!!!), the cars of the scary expression. Ah...but any car substitutes any other...the range of venerated wheeled creatures is just widened...i won't remove the Trabi (trabant) i have in my desktop as wallpaper..a skyblue trabi...uaz 3962 now shares room with Trabi, VW corrado, Citroën DS, some old SEAT, old Datsuns, Renault 8, 5 (the oldest version) fuego , citroën 2CV, and so on...but many of them, in the real world are on the verge of extinction (not oblivion, though, since the list of lovers they have seems to be large from the amount of sites dedicated to them). But beautiful wheeled creatures go to heaven...or reincarnate in birds or in colourful insects...or just in USB flash memories...or forgotten bikes, or kitchen tools or hair pins.

Sunday, 27 November 2005

ELEIKEKELEI y el gran Kitajima Saburo

¿Un grito de guerra? Quizás...pero no, es una especie de estribillo en una canción de Os Resentidos (aunque yo la descubría via Siniestro Total, otros de los grandes del género), que habla sobre Brezhnev(Леонид Брежнев. La foto, de Wikipedia, con esa especie de auréola luminosa, no tiene desperdicio). Quien la escuche, que quede advertido de lo pegadizo que es el eleikekelei. Estás cambiándote de ropa o en la ducha, e inconscientemente no puedes evitar entonar un eleikekelei. A saber si quiere decir algo en algún idioma de algún lugar remoto de estos mundos...que seguro que sí. Veo a chukchis por ahí por la otra punta del continente este, atravesando Siberia enterita, con términos parecidos a eleikekelei. Que conste que no tengo nada en contra de los chukchis. Bueno...chukchis, Rusia, antigua URSS, Brezhnev... tampoco está todo tan alejado.

Desde que descubrí las obras maestras de Os Resentidos y, sobre todo, de Siniestro total, me gustó un surrealismo subyacente (como no) en sus letras y ritmos. ¿¿¿Temas recurrentes para hacer la elaboración de las piezas más rápida y fácil??? Para qué! Si hay temas tan suculentos como: Brezhnev, discos de los Shadows y las Shangri-Las y otros utensilios musicales que aparecen en “bailaré sobre tu tumba” como objetos de un crímen hipotético, Bryan Ferry y la hipótesis sobre su aliento, Assumpta, Polonia y Karol Wojtiła, elefantes rosas, Vietnam (“fuera las manos chinas del Vietnam socialista”), la higiene personal y un largo etc., y sin caer en vulgaridades...ahi, los componentes de Siniestro Total muestran disimulandamente sus amplios conocimientos en áreas diversas y variopintas. Qué majos estos gallegos.

Y otro de los grandes es Kitajima Saburo,
un personaje sin traducción posible a otras latitudes. No hay un equivalente español para este japonés...como tampoco hay un equivalente para el Enka, estilo musical en el que está ubicado felizmente desde hace décadas y décadas. Tan grande es su figura que hasta tiene un museo con su nombre...ponte a contar cantantes con museo propio... Bueno, y el merchandising que se puede ver gracias a esa web...si palabras. Que puntazo el poder comprar galletas (o similar) con la efigie del señor Kitajima (Sabu-chan para los fans más acérrimos y para sus allegados, supongo). Nada...840 yenes y uno/a se va tan contento para casa con sus Sabu-chan cookies...Ay! pero eso de comerse efigies de Kitajima, no sé yo. Que creo que a muchos les dará una pena enorme...como también grande la pena que puede dar que las galletas se te estropeen con el tiempo y el chocolate (o sucedáneo, llamémoslo pocholate), se deshaga y se desfigure la majestuosa efigie del artista sólo por no haberse comido las galletas en el momento adecuado. Yo no me comería un Sabu-chan de pocholate...Casi que mejor las camisetas, que, por cierto, son un poco feas, con el juego que podrían haber dado (con lo larga que es la carrera musical del bueno de Kitajima....). El merchandising textil no me acaba de convencer por estar alejado de la figura de Kitajima y su estilo. Pero lo mejor viene cuando una servidora descubre los colgantes/adornos para móvil (no sé si tienen ya un nombre más concreto, bueno, una especie de equivalente para strap tendría que ser) con una banda de tela con el nombre del cantante y un muñequito representando al maestro Kitajima. No veo yo a los seguidores más fieles de kitajima, con más de 50 años seguramente en la mayoría de los casos, con figuritas de Sabu-chan colgando de sus teléfonos móviles. Pero muchas cosas extrañas son posibles en Japón, pienso. Pero que si alguien les da la idea de la Mona de Pascua, (pastel con huevos de chocolate o figuritas/complejas construcciones de chocolate que se les compra a los niños por Semana Santa...Lunes de Pascua, creo –no soy una adepta de las mones ni nunca lo fui sino sólo de los pollos amarillos que se suelen poner como decoración-), van los japoneses, que habiéndoles fascinado la idea y el juego que da....ya está, mones de Kitajima Saburo y todo lo que se pueda imaginar. Y lo de la Pascua será ya algo superficial y, puesto que por San Valentín, las mujeres regalan chocolate a los hombres...¡¡¡anda que no quedarían bien regalando una mona de Kitajima Saburo!!!

Pero yo soy feliz con lo que me evoca “Hakodate no hito”; un mundo en blanco y negro,una película de los años 50, un drama, otros valores. Y también me quedo con el eleikekelei. Nada....a ver si alguien hace un bootleg de “cuando Brezhnev...” y “hakodate no hito”...o una versión dance...o chill out, que viene estando muy en boga. Creo que el resultado sería algo parecido a poner una canción al revés (uuuuh!). Quizás hasta hay mensajes ocultos y hasta que no se mezclan ambas piezas bien no se obtienen. Seguro que es algo catárquico y bueno para la felicidad de las almas. Y si no, pues siempre nos quedarán las galletas de pocholate.