About
This publication is intended as a vehicle of reverie for the waning days of the automobile, to bridge the gap between Lamborghini Miuras and scramjet-powered hypersonic jetliners that transform into ekranoplans at will. It is not a car blog.
Staff
Peter Orosz
— editor
A medical diploma and a string of odd jobs—NIH volunteer, stockbroker, game designer, salesman, motoring journalist, video presenter—have not kept him from trying to understand the singular magic of Sixties machinery. He is fascinated by giant squid.
Balázs Fenyő
— photographer
He commands developers by day and does the magic with photographs by night. See his digital work at Indafotó and his medium-format work at 645, his personal site. If he catches you double-dip a tortilla chip, he will crush you.
Nickolas Kulczak
— American correspondent
If those hallucinations of blue bunnies have ever driven you to seek help, you may already know him. You’ll find him detangling the brains of Pennsylvanian crazies in the ER or ensnaring himself in late-night automotive subcultures.
Máté Petrány
— London correspondent
When not brewing espressos, our UK man stalks the supercar-saturated streets of Russian oligarchs with camera in hand. Loaded up with his prey, he returns home to perfect cyanoacrylate-based hair products.
Natalie Polgar
— executive producer
They say she makes killer tiramisù, wears Chinese silk scarves as blouses and has had her amygdala hormonally modified. All we know is she solves problems, drives wicked fast and disguises herself as Marilyn Monroe on Fridays.