Aston Martin dbs Carbon Black

Parked before you, its high-strength steel drenched in Carbon Black paint and accented with brightwork and carbon fiber, the car takes its place as the first OED definition of "Blacked-out." It is everything an ebony car should be: low, wide, and terribly, awfully, gloriously black. The coupe devours so many photons that the sun might even appear to rise a little later and set a little earlier. If, as a scientific experiment, you wore all black while you drove the car, scientist's fears of an Earth-based black hole would come true and you'd most likely disrupt the time-space continuum in ways that physics doesn't yet have words to describe. You could conceivably find the Planet of the Apes. It is a frighteningly black car.

It is the eating of all those visible light waves that puts the DBS Carbon Black at the top for us, because it swallows the bodywork lines and other details that highlight the DB9 structure underneath. The resulting smoothness renders it as no longer a DB9 with add-ons, but a single and whole car with a sinister line from which your eye extracts the vicious highlights: the width of the grille, the front lamps in their elongated recesses, the Magnum Silver mesh-covered ducts in the hood, the lone bit of light that manages to live on the horizontal surfaces of the car's wider rear fenders, the carbon fiber filaments supporting the mirrors.