Intriguing images for an Ian Fleming James Bond Novel Fan (i.e. me),
since the finish on this car’s passenger compartment is what Fleming
meant in “From Russia With Love” when he referred to Darko Kerim’s…
“…gleaming aristocrat of a car - an old black basketwork Rolls Royce
coupé-de-ville that Bond guessed must have been built for some
millionaire of the ’20s.”
Since it’s a 1926 Phantom 1 with a
body (passengers inside, chauffeur outside)
built for the Financial Director of Woolworths(!), this may be the very car Fleming had in mind.
Peter Sellers had a Mini with a luxurious customised interior, and a basketwork-finish exterior painted by a heraldic artist who also worked on royal coaches…
…but it’s just as likely that the pattern on the Rolls was real basketwork, either already mounted on a metal body panel or actually woven in place with tape…
…then sealed down with multiple coats of lacquer. The texture can still be clearly seen and felt, otherwise why go to all that trouble?
I’ve also seen some
commentaries suggesting that this sort of bodywork was actual wicker basketweave all the way through. It wasn’t, but the notion isn’t as silly as it sounds and not a long step from a US Woodie…
Morris Minor Traveller…
…though some wooden bodies looked much sleeker, like this 1924 Hispano-Suiza in tulip-wood.
There was a historical precedent for wicker vehicle
bodies (which had a wind-and-waterproof lining, for obvious reasons!) They were
just the thing for sidecars on early motorcycles, light and cheap, yet sturdy, resilient and
…including family size, since bikes and their road tax were (AFAIK still are) considerably cheaper than cars.
Wicker also appeared on cars, but given the difference in cost (these early runabouts were rich people’s toys) basketwork bodies tended to be more of a Statement than a Necessity…
Even when cars in general became much cheaper, some marques stayed pricey. The customer who could afford this 1929 Bugatti…
…or this 1932 Voisin…
…would have specified using basketwork for the look, not to save a few pence.
Of course there’s always room for some eccentricity. In the mid 1920s, German engineering company Hanomag made a tiny compact car, the 2/10PS (2 seat / 10 PferdStarke i.e. horsepower) which looked like an ambitious roller-skate:
They were fitted with other bodies such as delivery vans…
…or this passenger box, with the diced strip and meter that denoted a taxi…
…though occasionally taxis used the standard body and a lot more optimism.
The Hanomag was nicknamed “Kommisbrot” - Ration-Bread - since Army rye bread came out of its baking tins that shape, and as if trying to make them even more loaf-like, several were finished with super-light wicker racing shells like these…
Warnings: Present Day Harry ignore the gif above that’s for the idea,SMUT,unprotected (wrap it up fellas) and oral (m+f)
A/N: I came up with this idea from watching Once Bitten with Jim Carrey and a vine I saw of vampire Harry I recommend listening to the devil within by digital daggers that also helps for the all in out theme. Enjoy x
I couldn’t understand why I wasn’t asleep yet, it was currently 3:45 in the morning and I was wide awake unable to shake the feeling that someone was watching me.
I received a text message from my best friend y/b/f/n
Bestie:hey boo wake up we’re going clubbing!
You: are you crazy it’s fucking 3 in the morning?!
Bestie:honey I know but it’s a vampire themed club and it’s new!!
You:alright I wasn’t asleep anyway
Bestie:pick you up in 10!
I know I’m totally insane getting dressed to go clubbing this early in the morning but I didn’t have another choice I mean I couldn’t sleep so I might as well go.
I decided to wear a body hugging black mini dress with silver high heels and my hair in a half ponytail. Y/B/F/N was on time honking for me to acknowledge her I hurried before the neighbours could complain.
“Hey babe” she smiled as I got in “Hey” I said breathless “so exactly what possessed you to want to come out at 3 and want to go clubbing?” I questioned curious “honesty I have no idea I just felt like we had to go” she answered and started the car.
It’s sometime in the 1920’s. Mila rolls up to a New York lounge in a black Rolls Royce. She waits for the door to be fully opened by the chauffeur before emerging from the vehicle. She is wearing a white fur coat and white fox stole to accompany it. A string of the finest pearls are graciously draped around her neck, just below the collar bone. The white on her body gives a wonderful contrast to the bright red lipstick she has on. To finish the arrangement, her hands are covered with gloves woven from the finest silk.