White, GA 2014

There was a time when the name Fleetwood meant luxury, status, the soft hush of whitewall tires on a clean boulevard. I found this one, decades past its prime, its scripted badge still holding a certain dignity despite the corrosion. The rust had worked its way in like memory—layered, unhurried, impossible to stop. I was drawn to the shape of the emblem, that confident V now shadowed by time and sunlight. It felt like photographing a monument—one that marked not just a car, but an era fading into myth.

Archival fine art pigment print on museum-quality Hahnemühle or Moab fine art cotton rag paper. 

Signed and editioned recto; signed, titled, dated verso. Limited edition prints include a certificate of authenticity.

All sizes are print only, no frame or mat included unless noted.