It is pathetic how little I know about cars. I grew up in New York and, rather than admired, cars were something to be avoided. Even today, when I hear friends and colleagues discussing different design aspects of a new vehicle, I have trouble developing an aesthetic. “What a great rear end,” they'll exclaim. “But I am surprised at the casual application of European styling.” It sounds somehow obscene. Or like a joke. Or an obscene joke.
However, I love lighting automobiles; there is