LOST ART

This is a love story, with some Indiana Jones thrown in. And it’s right in our wheelhouse. So, imagine it’s some time in the early Sixties. It’s boom time for America, the country having sloughed off the last vestiges of war-time austerity and now heading pedal-to-the-metal towards the sunlit uplands. New York’s ‘Mad Men’ are shaping brands and formulating slick slogans, but Detroit is the economic and creative engine room of the country, its cars increasingly ornate manifestations of this new confidence.

These were the days when design heavy hitters like Harley Earl, Virgil Exner, Bill Mitchell and Eugene Bordinat