Chevrolet is one of the most coveted car brands around, but it turns out that the original designer of the 1963 Stingray decided to expand on perfection in a way that you wouldn’t expect.

Peter Brock once drew a sketch that later became the iconic Chevrolet Corvette Split Window Coupe under the direct management of the GM Styling Director, Bill Mitchell.

Years later, though, control was brought back into Brock’s hands, and the design has been brought back to life with all of the elements he originally intended it to have.

Thanks to 21st-century technology, the 1963 Stingray Studio Concept Split Window Coupe design has given Corvette lovers a whole new kind of model to cherish.

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## The 1963 Stingray has been reimagined like never before

There are many legends in the auto world, but a standout name from a design point of view is Peter Brock.

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The automotive design marvel shot to fame for the sketch of the Stingray he produced aged just 21, in 1957.

And now his dream idea actually exists, thanks to his six-decade-old plans being assisted with 21st-century components and engineering.

Now, he’s revealed the all-important details of the project he called ‘resto-refinement’.

The designer exclusively wrote an account of his adventure over on Classic Motorsports and explained the sheer power beneath the hood.

“Underneath the car’s iconic form is a special, newly refined, exclusive Art Morrison chassis with C7 production suspension components.

” [There’s also] a larger, improved braking system, and a fully port-injected induction system on a new LS3 Corvette engine,” Brock explained.

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The engine boasts an extreme amount of power, thanks to the 6.25-liter, 725hp LT4 V8 engine.

Other components include functional scoops and vents in place of the original ornamental units and even an LT supercharger.

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The exterior of the car offers even more of a premium look, finished in Ferrari Azzurro California Blue.

The coating boasts design changes, such as window placement and an accentuated spine that mirrors the classic design of the C2 Corvette, along with large door windows.

## The Chevrolet Stingray sketch concept could be yours

Yep, you read that right, the Studio Concept Split Window Coupe is hitting the auction block on January 16th in Kissimmee, thanks to Mecum Auctions.

Showing the car in all its glory on his YouTube channel, Peter explained that the combination of old money design elements and new engineering prowess means it really is a big deal.

“Everything is real; there is nothing on the car that is phony,” he explained.

The car has even been personally owned and is ultimately offered by Peter Brock himself.

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As you’d expect, though, such a swanky design will likely come with a hefty price tag attached.

For those interested in purchasing the car, you can register to bid on the Mecum Auctions site, but be quick, as once the auction starts, it won’t be around for long.

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## The Day Kalakuta Burned

‘There were flames everywhere. Soldiers with bayoneted rifles were dragging people out into the streets, staggering, naked and bleeding. Nobody knew if Fela was still inside the burning building.’

Lemi Ghariokwu pauses. For much of our video-call, the 70-year-old artist has joyfully revisited his years as friend and confidant of **Fela Aníkúlápó Kuti**, the Nigerian Afrobeat pioneer whose legacy has been celebrated recently by both a high-profile podcast produced by the Obamas and a career-spanning box-set, *The Best of the Black President*, designed by Ghariokwu.

His mood darkens, however, as he recalls the authorities’ assault on **Kuti’s Lagos HQ, the Kalakuta Republic, on 18 February 1977**. For years, tensions had simmered between Kuti and Nigeria’s military junta, as the singer/bandleader chronicled injustice and corruption on records including *Zombie*, *Expensive Shit* and *No Agreement*. But the razing of Kalakuta marked a tragic inflection point in Kuti’s struggle against the government. It also initiated the unravelling of his friendship with Ghariokwu.

![‘Ideas were just flooding my brain’ … Ghariokwu.](https://i.guim.co.uk/img/media/fb658e5a7ec6bffbbbfc4bcfc5a9586560a7e808/594_42_3120_2496/master/3120.jpg?width=445&dpr=1&s=none&crop=none)

## A Fateful Meeting at 18

Ghariokwu had first crossed Kalakuta’s threshold three years earlier as an 18-year-old engineering student, accompanied by Kuti’s journalist friend Babatunde Harrison, who’d spotted Ghariokwu’s portrait of Bruce Lee hanging in a Lagos bar and deemed him skilled enough to illustrate the musician’s album sleeves. As he awaited his audience with the Black President, then mid-siesta, Ghariokwu absorbed his surroundings. Kuti had been gifted Kalakuta by his mother, revered pan-African activist Funmilayo Ransome-Kuti, restyling it as a fiefdom-cum-commune for his followers, complete with recording studio and swimming pool. “Kalakuta was already notorious, because of Fela’s lifestyle; young people from all over the neighbourhood had eloped to live there. There were skimpily dressed women everywhere.”

When Kuti finally awoke, Ghariokwu handed over the portrait of him that Harrison had requested. “Fela was groggy, his eyes were bloodshot, he was dressed only in his briefs, which hung down so his whole pubic hair was exposed. I was intimidated. He looked at the portrait and said, ‘Wow. *Goddammit*.’ He wrote me a cheque for 120 naira, four times what I’d charge for a portrait. But my spirit told me, ‘Don’t take the money.’ I told him it was a gift from the bottom of my heart, and he smiled, writing me a gate pass to visit Kalakuta whenever I wanted. It was the ticket to my destiny.”

![‘I cashed the cheque this time’ … Alagbon Close.](https://i.guim.co.uk/img/media/ceccbb3d9346f889db96754c465b9134f16249e9/0_0_3674_3674/master/3674.jpg?width=445&dpr=1&s=none&crop=none)

## From Engineering Student to Revolutionary Artist

They met again a fortnight later, after Kalakuta had been raided by police for the first time and Kuti was hospitalised with a head-wound. “The room was crowded,” remembers Ghariokwu. If their previous meeting had acquainted him with the star, he now saw the steel beneath the playboy glamour. “With a police guard at the door, Fela spoke loudly about how the authorities had found it too easy to gain entry to Kalakuta. ‘I will electrify the fence, so next time they’ll get a shock and think, “This man is crazy!” And I’m going to write a song to lampoon the police.’ Then he saw me and called for me. ‘The artist!’”

Kuti commissioned Ghariokwu to paint the sleeve for his next release, **Alagbon Close**, which railed against the regime’s dehumanisation of Nigeria’s people. “Alagbon Close was where Fela became a revolutionary against the system,” says Ghariokwu. “I didn’t simply illustrate the lyrics – my painting was more metaphysical. I depicted Fela breaking out of jail, in a celebratory stance, chains broken, the victory sign painted on the wall of Kalakuta because he’d triumphed over the evil police. When Fela saw it, again he said: ‘Wow. *Goddammit*.’ But I cashed the cheque this time.”

Kuti took the artist under his wing. “I was already a pan-Africanist,” Ghariokwu says. “But Fela taught me so much. He gave me books about African history, George GM James’s *Stolen Legacy*, Yosef ben-Jochannon’s *Africa: Mother of Western Civilisation*, the *Autobiography of Malcolm X*. His other graphic designers didn’t care about what he was preaching. I did, and that put me in a very advantageous position.”

## ‘You Can’t Drink Fanta. You Have to Smoke Marijuana’

Kuti also wanted to open Ghariokwu’s mind to the powers of marijuana, but the teetotal artist was reluctant. “Some of the 80 or so people living in Kalakuta were employed simply to roll spliffs,” he remembers. “But I always refused. I took Fanta instead.” However, when Ghariokwu was assigned his second album cover, 1975’s **No Bread**, Kuti said: “How can my artist be drinking Fanta? You have to smoke *igbó*, to make your head correct.” Ghariokwu adds: “He was such a hero to me, a demi-god, I said, ‘OK’.”

![‘His marijuana was very potent’ … 1975’s No Bread.](https://i.guim.co.uk/img/media/5b948fde5a6a8d781683b78afb3550612f3e1e66/0_0_3674_3674/master/3674.jpg?width=445&dpr=1&s=none&crop=none)

Kuti would get his chefs to heat marijuana until it yielded its oil, bottling and storing it in his bedroom. “It was *very* potent. He put a drop on the end of a spoon, for me to lick. Within 30 minutes, I felt very hungry and I had this floating feeling. I went to the bathroom, and I could see my alimentary canal like the plumbing of a house, my urine travelling through pipes inside my body. I told Fela and his friends, and they all laughed at me.”

Later that day, Kuti realised that Ghariokwu needed to go home. “He drove us in his Range Rover, and when we got to my parents’ place, kids in the street were shouting, ‘Fela! Fela!’ As I got out of the car, he hissed, ‘When you get inside, *don’t* talk to your parents, *don’t* answer any questions – just say “goodnight” and go to sleep. But when you sleep, meditate about the artwork.’ I awoke at noon the next day. Ideas were just flooding my brain. I forced in as many as possible.”

The sleeve for **No Bread** presented a dizzying overload of images and metaphors: men fighting over food and money, women presenting their breasts, rats in sunglasses, empty petrol pumps, a balloon reading “Mr Inflation is in town”.

“When Fela saw it, he jumped for joy, shouting, ‘You see?’ like I should always have been smoking marijuana. But I can’t handle intoxicants. So I analysed the inspiration I got from that high and used it as my style of composition from then on.”

## A Visual Identity as Unique as the Music

Ghariokwu remained teetotal, but his work continued to evolve over the next several years. On acidly satirical sleeves such as **Ikoyi Blindness** (lampooning a lawyer from the affluent Ikoyi neighbourhood), **Yellow Fever** (naked African women apply skin bleacher), **Upside Down** (colonial developers invade as children starve), Ghariokwu created a visual identity as unique as Pedro Bell’s work for Funkadelic. “Fela treated me like one of his children, always receiving my work with ‘Wow. *Goddammit.*’ And, if he was particularly impressed, ‘MOTHERFUCKER.’ I was his youngest adviser, his comrade-in-arms. With two other friends, I formed the political youth wing of Kalakuta, Young African Pioneers. Fela could no longer use public transport, so we told him what was happening in the city, and that inspired his songs.”

![Acid satire … Ikoyi Blindness.](https://i.guim.co.uk/img/media/e57afaffa6b517a8d7accd855d6ca20c8571aa42/0_0_3674_3674/master/3674.jpg?width=445&dpr=1&s=none&crop=none)

## The Unraveling of a Friendship

Ghariokwu was at home when a neighbour told him Kalakuta was on fire. He raced to the compound. “The raid was already in full swing. The police had grabbed Fela’s mum. I didn’t see her fall from the window.” Suspecting Kuti was hiding in a nearby warehouse, soldiers apprehended the owner. “They chopped his finger off with a machete, and he confessed immediately. Soon, they dragged Fela out into the street, naked and bleeding. They slashed his bodyguard’s stomach open with bayonets, so his intestines came out. Fela saw me and whispered, ‘Get my lawyer.’”

Kuti went on to **sue the government for $1.6m**, and rebuilt Kalakuta and his nightclub the Shrine, which the soldiers had also razed, a block away. But Funmilayo never recovered from being thrown from the second-floor window. “Losing his mother was very traumatic for Fela,” says Ghariokwu. “On *Coffin for Head of State*, he sings, ‘They kill my mama, they kill my mama.’ He was crying from his soul. He felt so guilty: ‘If not for my troubles, she’d still be alive.’ He was never the same after that.”

![Nixed … Johnny Just Drop’s back cover.](https://i.guim.co.uk/img/media/a2f987be70bb61d25309dee959f4d3975fbfefaf/0_0_3674_3674/master/3674.jpg?width=445&dpr=1&s=none&crop=none)

Ghariokwu and Kuti disagreed over how to proceed in the aftermath of the raid. “We had to be diplomatic, we needed to sit down and negotiate,” says Ghariokwu. “Fela was having none of that, and my loyalty was questioned.” When he painted a young African in denim and platform shoes falling from an aeroplane for the sleeve of **Johnny Just Drop**, which satirised diaspora Africans believing they’re superior to their countrymen, Kuti nixed the cover (“I don’t want it to seem like I’m attacking the youth”) and told Ghariokwu to draw a bourgeois older man in a parachute instead. It was the first time Kuti had told him what to paint. Against his boss’s wishes, Ghariokwu had the label manufacture an expensive gatefold sleeve with Kuti’s preferred image on the front, and the rejected image on the back. “He was so angry,” he laughs. “‘You’ve hit me below the belt!’ I ran. The next day he cooled down.”

But then Kuti rejected Ghariokwu’s next sleeve, for **Sorrow, Tears and Blood**. “Fela broke my heart,” says the artist, who had always enjoyed “100% freedom” in his work for Kuti. Ghariokwu walked away from Kalakuta, going on to complete more than 2,000 album sleeves for other musicians, and pursue a career in fine art. A decade after their falling out, he reconciled with Kuti, working on several more sleeves before the Black President succumbed to Aids in 1997.

“Ours was a divine collaboration,” he says now, taking pride in how Kuti’s music – and his album artwork – helped spread African culture across the rest of the world. “A journalist once asked me if I was bored of always being tied to Fela, of living in his shadow,” he smiles. “But Fela is in the lineage of WEB Du Bois, Malcolm X, Martin Luther King Jr, a fighter for the mental liberation of the African people. Fela cast a long shadow, and as a pan-Africanist, that’s a good place to live.”

When the Afrobeat sensation first saw Lemi Ghariokwu’s work, he said, ‘<em>Wow!</em>’ Then he plied him with marijuana and asked him to design his album sleeves. The artist recalls their extraordinary partnership – and the day Kuti’s Lagos HQ burned