This summer while visiting my dad in Alaska we were walking along the Knik river (or the Matanuska, I can’t remember exactly), and he says “want to see the car graveyard?”
Why yes. Yes I do.
So we walk along the winding river, around some bends and through thick brush and tall tangled grass, not a trail in sight. And there, holding up the embankment as far as I could see, were vintage cars so tangled and rusted, it’s almost impossible to see that they were once separate objects. The curves and lines were unmistakable of 1940’s and 50’s automobiles, and some cautious climbing and a closer look revealed details still attractive even covered in vines (or maybe more so?).
This was a common practice before environmental awareness swept the population, though the cars were gutted before being deposited. This particular set was held by steel cable, though some were scattered around and engulfed in earth. Often seen in rural communities where residents would fix the erosion issue themselves, rather than wait for an official solution that may resolve too late.
I look forward to next September’s Vogue editorial featuring Karen Elson balancing on this pile of mangled cars in Alexander McQueen.