Glancing above Magnus’s vintage baseball cap I notice a caterer setting up champagne glasses for the coming festivities. Passion is a term that should be reserved for people like Walker, and perhaps anyone else who has owned 40 911’s over a 23 year period. He has, in fact, always been that atypical Porsche collector and not someone concerned about things like image, brand, niche marketing, or any other corporate lingo. “I used to get people coming up to me all the time saying ‘Aren’t you Rob Zombie?’, now people come up to me and go ‘Aren’t you that Porsche guy?'” Magnus declares that he simply does not give it a lot of thought. I ask whether he is concerned about overexposure as it seems the outlaw image works best with a smaller following. His answers begin to bleed into the other questions I had prepared for the interview. I was beginning to discover the type of person Magnus Walker is. To answer my first question, there was no master plan, and quite clearly, there still isn’t. We all know what happened after the release and Magnus stresses that even to this day he has not solicited a single request to any publication. After a brief email conversation Tamir flew down to LA, purely on a leap of faith, and began shooting. At his warehouse in Los Angeles he had been working on early generation 911’s when he was approached by Tamir Mascovici, Toronto resident and filmmaker, who wanted to create an edgy and short documentary for his reel. Walker explains that before his viral success he was essentially leading the same life that the Porsche community has now witnessed. Uttering the words ‘master plan’ in a room full of very powerful German figures could have created an uncomfortable aura but I had to know if there was one behind Urban Outlaw. There were a few specific things I wanted to learn about his recent rise to online fame but to my surprise I came to an interesting conclusion about what a character like Magnus Walker represents within the bigger picture. In person he truly defines the term “Urban Outlaw”, but I’ll refer to him as Magnus Walker.ĭuring the early part of the evening I had the chance to sit down with Magnus and discuss all things Porsche while in the presence of the 1971 #277 911. He responded to sartorial elegance with boots and plaid, to hairsprayed manes with dreadlocks, and to fragrant aftershave with facial hair far exceeding all rabbinical standards. Among the crowd, however, one individual acted as a counter-balance to the evening’s affairs. Well-coiffed gents, stylishly clad women, and tiny lobster rolls set the scene at last week’s meticulously appointed grand opening of Porsche Centre Oakville.
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