“I don’t only do cars, but other objects, too. For a recent new building that was supposed to have a vintage look, I aged steel cabinets so they fitted with the rest of the interior, as if they had been there for decades.”
‘This Buick is a time machine, taking you to an America of yesteryear and sending your imagination into overdrive’
Make no mistake, ageing is an art in itself.
“When people ask me how much time it takes to learn it, my answer is always the same: two hours, and 30 years,” smiles Frans.
“Patinating, crackling, preserving, it really is a profession – you have to have a feel for it.
“I always choose a style that suits the country the car comes from. And I think very carefully before I start work: what should the finished car look like? As if it stood in a desert beneath the blazing sun, in the shade of a forest, or beneath a leaky roof?”
This 1957 Buick Roadmaster mates usability with Frans Mandigers’ unique style
“When that is clear, I start working as any artist does, by first looking and contemplating a lot,” explains Frans.
“I seek out photos of cars that have been in the desert or under a leaking roof to study carefully what nature has done to them, both inside and out.
“How the wind has sanded the sheet metal, how the interior has been worn by the people using it, how water droplets have run over it and left a trail of rust.
“I will then imitate that, staying as true to nature as possible, just as a painter would do with a landscape. It has to be just right: I hate badly reconstructed patina.”
The Buick Roadmaster’s rumbling Nailhead V8 musters a useful 300bhp
Frans benefits greatly from his previous career as a graphic artist and his experience as a painter.
He has a mastery of traditional techniques, such as stamping: he does this with a rounded sponge that doesn’t leave any edges as he applies layers of diluted paint to the base coat.
This then dries streak-free, after which he gently sands it back.
He also has a technique for subtle rust spots: he uses a special paint with iron particles in it, which he then allows to corrode.
‘The Buick Roadmaster has been lowered and lives up to its name in every way: it’s the king of the road’
Once the panelwork is to his liking, he preserves it with linseed oil or a matt varnish.
Generating a crackle finish is also a skilled process: “I use different types of paint, each with its own shrinkage behaviour. When I put them on top of each other, that automatically creates the look I am going for.”
Sometimes Frans uses paints designed for graffiti – for example on chromed parts and wheels.
“The paint adheres to everything and is very strong – it stays beautiful for a long time,” he says, pointing to the bright red wheels of the Buick.
The Buick Roadmaster’s interior is the best preserved here
“Wheels are very important, as are tyres: the police tend to look at them, and with a car of mine you quickly attract attention,” says Frans.
“If the wheels and tyres look neat, they know that the car is also fine under the skin – I always get a few thumbs-ups as they drive past, and I’ve never been pulled over in any of my cars.”
The Buick looks fantastic, as it did at the 2019 Concours d’Elegance Paleis Soestdijk nestling between all the shiny and ‘correct’ machinery, like a party crasher ignoring the dress code.
There’s plenty of space in the Buick Roadmaster’s comfortable rear
It’s a 1957 seventh-generation Roadmaster four-door hardtop sedan, with a 6-litre Nailhead V8 in the bow mustering a healthy 300bhp and featuring the signature four ‘ventiports’ in the front wings, a pronounced grille and handsome ‘Dagmar’ bumpers.
You do have to take extra care when climbing aboard, because the pronounced curve of the windscreen – a new phenomenon at the time – results in extreme A-pillar intrusion and it’s easy to catch your leg painfully – hence the ‘knee-killer’ nickname.
Refuelling time leads to a bit of a hunt, before the filler is located – eventually – under an inconspicuous flap in the rear bumper, which is a work of art in itself.
The jet-age Buick Roadmaster’s fantastic tail-lights
The tail-lights are housed in two large bulges, which resemble the afterburners of a jet aircraft, while the twin exhausts also emerge through the bottom corners of the bumper.
The Buick Roadmaster has been lowered and lives up to its name in every way: it’s the king of the road.
The Dynaflow automatic ’box has only two gears, but the V8 delivers 400lb ft of torque – more than enough to propel the Buick, in which Frans says he has seen an indicated 125mph on the speedo.
Yet the Roadmaster is at its best cruising, the V8 quietly murmuring, the body gently rocking over poor road surfaces, responding obediently to inputs via the huge green steering wheel.
Renovated wheels and tyres are a Rustlook signature
Step harder into the throttle, however, and the V8 instantly takes on a menacing air, like Tony Joe White being pushed off the stage by Jimi Hendrix playing The Star-Spangled Banner.
The Buick becomes a favourite within a few miles.
This is a time machine, taking you to an America of yesteryear and sending your imagination into overdrive as you conjure great road trips: coast to coast on the old Lincoln Highway; through the Appalachian Mountains; across Nevada on America’s Loneliest Road; or 470 beautiful miles on the Blue Ridge Parkway.
Or simply to New Jersey, where this car spent 25 years in a shed before being rescued.
Driving for hours with a Rand McNally atlas on the back seat, Hank Williams on the radio and a Coke in your hand, searching for your own slice of the American dream.
Yes, you could do that with a new Chevrolet Corvette or a shiny restored classic car, but there’s nothing quite like a vehicle that wears the traces of the past as decoration.
Images: Lilla Leopold
Thanks to: Frans Mandigers, whose work can be found at instagram.com/mandigersart_rustlook
The rat emerges from the rod
The remarkable patina of the field-find Packard has been preserved to prevent further deterioration
The classic motoring scene has many subcultures, each seemingly more fascinating than the last.
Just pay a visit to Santa Pod or the Bonneville Salt Flats to see for yourself, or head to a gathering of hot rods, such as the National Hot Rod Association meeting at Pendine Sands.
Hot rods owe much of their appeal to their Minimalism, with all of the shapes that make a car appear sexy – such as a low roof, a long bonnet and huge wheels – taken to the extreme.
Over the years, however, hot-rod culture became less about late-night street races and more about polished trailer queens, with chrome-plated bumpers, engines and even axles, plus immaculate paintwork.
Artist Frans Mandigers used sponges to add some rust spots to this 1964 Lincoln Continental
In response, a counter-movement arose.
It started to gain traction when a hot rodder showed up with a car that hadn’t been painted yet – and it looked really good.
The ‘rat rod’ was born from this revolt, leading to ever more wild machines incorporating all manner of parts, but always with a big V8 at their heart.
A subspecies of this genre are the ‘rust rods’, constructed from mainly rusty sheet metal and as extreme as possible, some appearing to come straight from a Mad Max film.
“You have to have a feel for patinating and preserving. The car should look real, as if nature has styled it over the years”
This trend to leave old metal in its aged state has since spread to a new group of enthusiasts who like to adopt discarded standard cars.
Instead of going for a traditional restoration, they choose conservation.
They freeze their ordinary treasures in the condition in which they were found – be that in a scrapyard or out in a desert, pasture or forest.
Mechanically, however, rust rods are invariably returned to perfect working order, because driving them is at the heart of their appeal.
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