One of my first memories of being a kid was sitting on the backseat of our car, watching my dads hands on the steering wheel as he drove us across Europe from some race to another. They were huge, strong with veins popping out all over the place. To me they were his secret weapon, the reason he was such a great driver. No wonder, I thought, he could control those blindingly fast dangerous cars, and also discipline my sister and I (both) with one swipe!
And then I remember the look in his eyes from behind his helmet. Just a young boy, I would look for him to acknowledge me standing watching him drive off from the pit lane. Focussed. Intense. Unique.
Years later I am still intrigued by the eyes and hands of the great drivers, the tools of the trade so to speak. And so finally I thought it time to capture these singularly personal features, as I see them.
I am shooting using an original Hasselblad 501CM using real film in Black and White. Photoshop is used at minimum, sometimes only to crop the image.
For the moment these portraits are for my own enjoyment but my dream is to do a massive coffee-table book that includes my interviews with these amazing drivers. Very limited edition autographed Prints are also a possibility.