Alaska Beasting

Words: Rhys Haydon

Photos: Nathanael Napolitano

Being a rich kid I had a 993. It was a nice piece of shit. But not a piece of shit in the way it looked or drove. Sometimes what makes a car so bad is its perfection and what that does to the experience of owning a car. The 993 was a near flawless, medium mile example in Poler Silver with a blue interior. It smelled good, but not in the way that suggests it’s been enjoyed like that funk following a 3 hour fuck-fest when you step back into the bedroom after getting washed up, the 993 was analogous to your grandmas bathroom smell, poise. 

BUY PRINT Summer 2021 Issue #6