The Jalopnik Mainframe, safely located in its airtight pod 75 feet below Gabe Kaplan's Hollywood Hills hot tub, has been working overtime for me, processing an algorithm telling me what the average Jalopnik reader loves more than anything. This morning, my Telex' bell clanged, announcing that I finally had my answer:
Have you ever wondered what happens to all those old cars which turn into neither steel scrap nor gleaming restorations? Cars which simply fall out of the life cycle of cars and fade away. Alícia Rius has. She’s a photographer from Spain who describes her work as a “search for hidden treasures”. Her latest project, …
This must be the saddest photo of happy people in the world. Taken in the narrow slit of optimism between Congo’s passing from the most terrible colony in Africa to the most terrible failed state in Africa, Jean Depara’s photos of life in Kinshasa in the early 1950s show the rambunctious Congo that could have been.
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If there’s one photographer whose pictures of cars approach the lofty heights of art, it’s Richard Morris.
In 1969, barely six years after its founding, a young Hungarian engineering student found himself at the Lamborghini factory. Presented here for the first time are his photographs of Miuras, Espadas and huge V12’s.
We love junkyard photographs, and Troy Paiva, proprietor of the Lost America site, has shot some amazing ones at the now-defunct Pearsonville Junkyard in the Mojave Desert. There's no Photoshop trickery here, just long nighttime exposures and colored lighting. Make the jump to check out the whole gallery, at which…