Quote by Karl Lagerfeld

The reason American cars don't sell anymore is that they have forgotten how to design the American Dream. What does it matter if you buy a car today or six months from now, because cars are not beautiful. That's why the American auto industry is in trouble: no design, no desire.


The reason American cars don't sell anymore is that they hav

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This quote suggests that American cars no longer dominate the market because they have lost touch with the essence of the "American Dream" in their design. The implication is that regardless of the timing of the purchase, people are no longer drawn to cars because they lack aesthetic appeal. The quote argues that this lack of desirable design is the root cause of the struggles faced by the American auto industry.

By Karl Lagerfeld
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