Yo Mama!



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pecial.  That was the make of Buick I owned and my only source of transportation during my dreaded high school years.  And, it was anything BUT special.  Somehow, from 1967 to 1987 it had acquired a patina which rivaled even the best Richard Serra sculpture.  I hated it! And I subsequently hated the color and texture of rust.  Until now.  These lighting fixtures by Mammalampa have restored my faith in the beautiful process of corrosion.  

Note: I eventually painted my car white and checkered it using black Contact paper squares painstakingly stuck to the body.   

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