Where cars and kicks stop being separate hobbies. The overlap, the obsession, and the people who treat a Tuesday-night drive and a grail pickup as the same instinct.
Taste is just attention paid out loud.
The thread that runs under all of it, before it gets sorted into a category.
I have come to believe the opposite of love is not hate. It is indifference. A night spotting cars in Akihabara, and everything they say about...
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Where cars, kicks, music, and design overlap. The Pursuit take on the culture around the things we collect and chase.
Where cars, kicks, music, and design overlap. The Pursuit take on the culture around the things we collect and chase.
There is a pair of 2001 Air Jordan 3 True Blues that I wore to American Le Mans and then never really wore again. Sears Point, 2001. The sky opened up and the mud got so deep that our car sat stuck in the parking lot long after the checkered flag. The shoes did not … Read more
It is almost eleven at night in Akihabara and the towers are still screaming light onto the street. Somewhere above me a billboard is selling a game I will never play. Below it, along the curb, the cars start to arrive the way they do most nights, one at a time, each one finding its … Read more
I was in Tokyo on a once-in-a-lifetime trip, walking around Shibuya jet-lagged and hunting for coffee, when a sign stopped me. Nothing flashy. Just enough to make me turn my head. And behind the glass, parked inside like it had every right to be there, sat a widebody Volkswagen Golf with its fenders flared out … Read more
The Porsches were parked on a Hollywood backlot, on a fake New York street that has stood in for a hundred movies, under the clock tower seen in Back to the Future. A 1967 911 sat where a taxi should have been. A Rothmans rally car on the dirt street of an old western movie, … Read more
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