"THERE IS no scientific discoverer, no poet, no painter, no musician, who will not tell you that he found ready-made his discovery or poem or picture – that it came to him from outside, and that he did not consciously create it from within.” So said William Kingdon Clifford, a Victorian mathematician from a time when mathematicians looked like arctic explorers with empire-building middle-names. More recently, JK Rowling declared that the notion of Harry Potter simply strolled into her mind, and in Endtroducing..... DJ Shadow confides that the music is coming through him.
Such effortlessness can be hard to do in car design. Scores of designers are endlessly tasked with drawing new cars alongside bodykits and facelifts, sketching to the twitch of the manager’s eye. The analogy of monkeys writing Shakespeare given enough time has been made before, only time is the first thing to go with model ranges expanding so rapidly.
So how does pure design survive, and not lose its simple majesty when the whip is shouting ‘keep drawing’? It comes down to the designer as much as the design, and a chain of managers who recognize beauty in simplicity. Or, for the designer, keep drawing the same thing. Give them no other choice! And so it is with the F-type Coupe. A simple, clean, pure design. Quite heavy, admittedly, but one whose curves you are likely to relish. It isn’t really new, although there are novel touches, and the rear lamps could have come from any one of Jags concepts ten years ago. It matters not. The cynic in me often mitigates superlatives by declaring cars merely attractive, but the Jag is, in fact, beautiful. Not eye-of-the-beholder beautiful, but universal Scarlett Johansson pulchritude, the Jaguar F-Type Coupe lets you count the ways.
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