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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