In the November 1973 issue of Esquire, a car built by the artist Pippa Garner muscles along California’s highways, across the Golden Gate Bridge, and through the surrounding suburbs. The car, a ’59 Chevy, is designed to look as if it were about to crash into oncoming traffic when, in fact, it is safely moving with the flow. The secret is that the seats, steering wheel, dashboard—the whole interior—faces the rear of the car. The driver, Garner herself, is literally sitting comfortably within the paradox of absurdism: something that follows the letter of the law, but gleefully antagonizes the spirit of the law.
Garner, a trans artist who lives in Los Angeles, describes herself as an “introvert” and an “outsider.” There’s a kind of record-skip cringe moment that happens when…
