The Showroom Diaries
The Showroom Diaries: A Sunday Among Supercars
The court went hunting with a phone and a polite question, and came home with Ferraris, Maseratis and a GT3 in the bag. Every photo ours. Every plate blurred. Every dream closer.
Sat 18 July 2026 · Queen of Cars
There is a theory at this house that manifestation likes proximity. You can pin the poster, turn the daily card, whisper the mantra - but sooner or later you have to go and stand next to the thing, so the universe can see you together.
So we took a phone, a charged battery and one polite sentence - "I run Queen of Cars, may I photograph a few for a feature?" - and walked into Sydney's showrooms. Nobody said no. Here is what the court met.
The 296 GTS, roof down, ready
The little V6 hybrid that sounds like a small opera. Roof stowed, waiting by the window like it had somewhere better to be. It probably did.
The 911 Targa, in grey flannel
The Targa is the 911 for people who understand that the bar itself is the jewellery. This one wore grey like a Savile Row suit and made everything around it look slightly overdressed.
The GranTurismo Trofeo, in red
Under the trident's neon gaze, a GranTurismo in a red that should require a licence of its own. The grand tourer that never forgot glamour is the whole assignment.
The MC20, from behind
You have seen its face on our Wish List. This is the view most traffic will get: louvres, haunches, and a rear wing that whispers rather than shouts.
The SF90's engine room
Under that glass lives a thousand horsepower of hybrid theatre. We stood very close. The universe took notes.
The cabins
The MC20 keeps it monastic - ivory, carbon, one purpose. The GranCabrio sets its table for four and leaves the roof at home. Two different sermons, same religion.
The lesson of the day: the doors open if you knock. Showrooms love people who love cars, and the dream gets measurably closer when you can see your reflection in it.
Want the full countdown? The Queen's Car Wish List now wears our own photography, and it grows with every hunt. Every plate blurred, every face protected - the court photographs cars, never people.
All photography: Queen of Cars, shot on a phone with permission at Sydney showrooms. Go and stand near your dream this week - proximity counts.
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