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Woodwarding the Internets

May 31st, 2012 | Categories: Automobiles, Design | by Michael Williams

The site Chromeography is the best use of Tumblr that I have seen in a very long time. (Thanks are due to Zach T. in Chicagoland for the heads up.) The collection of imagery (with an emphasis on the beautiful auto badges) rolls ever so perfectly across a screen it proves that the true magic of the internets is rooted in the simplest things. The page isn’t all car parts — espresso makers, padlocks, Leicas and even a Walther PPK all make appearances — but it definitely scratches the automobile itch with the perfect mixture of chrome dipped font nerdery. Not to mention an extra helping of Americana. [Chromeography]

Comments: 7

7 Comments to “Woodwarding the Internets”

  1. Richard Williams
    on Jun 1st, 2012
    @ 9:19 AM

    Bad, bad, bad. Cool, cool, cool.

  2. caleb
    on Jun 1st, 2012
    @ 11:48 AM

    I especially love the Rowenta nameplate. I have a soft spot for those. Thanks for sharing.

  3. Bill
    on Jun 1st, 2012
    @ 12:42 PM

    Great collection! I’ve posted some chrome myself from time to time..

  4. Travis
    on Jun 2nd, 2012
    @ 1:48 AM

    Reminds me of my first car. I had a 65 Nova SS and I would sit and polish the chrome and badges all the time.

  5. Johnny Horn
    on Jun 2nd, 2012
    @ 2:47 AM

    Superb! I had a Puch racing bike as a kid. completely forgot till I saw the badge amongst this collection of gems.

  6. Annabelle
    on Jun 2nd, 2012
    @ 8:40 AM

    Niiice. As a Detroit girl, I can definitely appreciate a little auto art!

  7. scaleworm
    on Jun 12th, 2012
    @ 2:06 AM

    Woodward is where the white-boy posers roll.
    They take their rides out only when there is absolutely NO chance of rain, where the white folks in suburbia can be safe.
    Real motor-city car geeks race their rides by the airport (Detroit City airoport proper)… for some good old fashioned illegal drag races) or, if not racin’ on Gratiot, until the white pigs chase ‘em all back into the darkness of night…
    Woodward. Ha!