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Three fast Kiwi drivers – two different driving styles.

BRUCE_DESATThe late sixties – early seventies saw three talented New Zealand drivers compete in Formula 1 and other races: Bruce McLaren, Chris Amon and Denny Hulme. Of course Bruce McLaren, although killed tragically while testing a car, survives through the McLaren team and factory.

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Bruce McLaren entering the Gazomètre turn at Monaco in 1968.

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Going through my file of transparencies I found these pictures of Amon and Hulme at the same spot at the Gazomètre hairpin in Monaco in 1967. They show a marked difference in their driving styles: while Amon (Ferrari) makes the turn smoothly, as on rails,

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Formula 1 driver Chris Amon of New Zealand driving a Ferrari at the Gazomètre hairpin at the Monaco Grand Prix in 1967.

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Hulme (Brabham-Repco) throws his car in oversteer in the curve, controlling the slide by opposite lock (the front wheels turned the “wrong” way). The race was won by Hulme, who became world champion that year.

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Formula One driver Denny Hulme driving his Brabham-Repco at the Gazomètre hairpin at the Grand Prix of Monaco in 1967. Hulme throws his car in oversteer in the curve, controlling the slide by opposite lock. Hulme won the race and was World Champion in 1967.

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Denny Hulme at apex of Gazomètre turn at 1967 Monaco Grand Prix, which he won, Driving a Brabham with Repco engine.

This Grand Prix was marked by the tragic death of Lorenzo Bandini.

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BIBLIOGRAPHY

Great Racing Cars and Drivers   by Charles Fox.  Grosset & Dunlap, Inc. and The Ridge Press, Inc., 1972

McLaren  50 Years of Racing    by Maurice Hamilton with Paul Fearnley.  Prestel, 2013.

McLaren 50 years

McLAREN 50 YEARS

(This post was published last year on Facebook, and somehow I found that it was also published on Tumblr; I don´t remember why I didn´t publish it on WordPress. I transferred it from Tumblr, which probably explains why the images are only published as thumbnails)

Last year I was contacted by Maurice Hamilton, who remembered one of my images from years ago, and who found me through Google. Maurice is the author of the book McLAREN – 50 YEARS OF RACING. McLaren Racing invited me to submit photographs for the book McLAREN – 50 YEARS OF RACING which was launched this Friday at Monza  ( http://www.mclarenstore.com/en/restofworld/mclaren-heritage-books/50-years-of-racing/invt/mcl7131/  ) to commemorate the 50th anniversary of the foundation of the team by Bruce McLaren. They selected 14 of my photographs. Here are a few of them. Images of auto racing (Can-Am, Grand Prix, Le Mans; years 1966 through 1971) can be purchased from my website.

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A PHOTOGRAPHER´S TRAJECTORY (1)

Image  Headnote… I try in my photography to show people or nature just as they are, trying to remove myself from the photograph. When I work with people I may spend days without taking pictures, until I am no longer a stranger to them. For nature I may go for a hike without my camera, to get a feel of the environment. I am not a “special light only” or a “sunset” photographer. I emphasize the content and the functional relationship between the elements presented by the picture. Of course if I happen to carry my camera and I see something unexpected and interesting, or the light happens to be special  I will photograph it.

I am re-publishig some text that was in my previous blog, now extinct.

Early days in Belgium.

As a teenager I had taken some landscape pictures with my father´s Rolleyflex. Then, maybe for my 16th birthday, I was given a Leica F III with an Elmar 3.5 lens.

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A wonderful camera, with a wonderful feature missing from more recent cameras: a focusing lever, that allowed you to preset your  distance and with experience have very little focusing to do. Then some “genius” came up with the idea of a focusing ring. Among my of my first pictures, and my first “anthropological” pictures, were of Gypsies in the Brussels suburbs where my parents lived.

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I also photographed the 1955 Belgian Grand Prix from the grandstands.

Giuseppe Farina (Ferrari), Juan Manuel Fangio (Maserati); Paul Frère (Gordini), Sergio Mantovani (Maserati)

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Miles Davis

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Johnny Hodges, Duke Ellington´s star also sax player.

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Ella Fitzgerald, Roy Eldridge

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The most emotional moment was in a night club after a concert when Bud Powell, completely doped, gave a marvelous version of Round about Midnight. Everybody had tears in their eyes. I never heard something that beautiful and emotional. It was my last high school years, and my first two university years. I quit studying as It was not exactly what I wanted, and I did my military service as a paratrooper. Then I did a first and last experiment at spelunking, and the Leica found its way to the center of the Earth. My next camera was a Canonflex, the first Canon SLR I believe, in 1959, not long after it was launched. A thing I loved about the Canonflex was its bottom left winding lever. You didn´t need to take your eye off the camera to advance film. Apparently (from a Google search) some photographers didn´t like it because it made it difficult to follow-focus or to use on a tripod.

The Congo days.

I used the Canonflex during my military service in the Congo (then a Belgian colony). I was using the first Kodachrome which had an ASA (now ISO) of 10. When my military service ended I stayed in the Congo, hitchhiking across the country from Katanga in the south-east to the Ruwenzori Mountains, the  Nyiragongo and Nyamuragira volcanoes in the north-east.

Independence day was coming. From Kisangani (then Stanleyville) I went to a small town in Central Congo to assist at more traditional festivities, essentially dance to the sound of drums.

After a few days  rumors started running that a revolt was happening in Léopoldville (now Kinshasa) – or was it in the Katanga, or both? Anyway I hiked a ride on a truck back to Stanleyville/Kisangani. Once in Kisangani, I was in a friend´s car with my luggage. I must confess that after my military service I “borrowed” a few military clothes because they were good to go in the bush. And is it not that we were stopped at a military checkpoint? They opened my luggage, and found the military clothes. OK, I was a Belgian spy, and I was taken prisoner. They took me to the military base,  where,while going to the commander´s office, the soldier´s wives were throwing earth at me. The commander started questioning me. I said me I was just traveling around to  know the country,  but he didn´t seem to believe me and at a certain point he pulled his gun, made the sign of te cross and pointed his gun at my head. Then, for some reason (maybe he had never killed someone before), he changed his mind, but he placed three soldiers, each with a gun pointed at my head from a different direction so I couldn´t move, to guard me. Later on I was taken to the civilian Province Governor´s office. He looked at my notebooks, and concluded that I was really traveling and not a danger to the country. He decided that I should go to the civilian jail. At least I was away from the military. Next day United Nations troops from Ethiopia had arrived, and it was decided I would be expelled to Ethiopia. I was taken to the airport, and while I waited, a Congolese military jeep arrived and took me back. They said: “Today we will kill you”. But I was taken instead back to the civilian jail. A small historical interruption: a riot in which the then Prime Minister Patrice Lumumba participated had taken place in the Congo in 1959. Lumumba was imprisoned in the same jail where I was. The jail Director  came to me and told me proudly: your cell is next to the cell where Monsieur le Premier Ministre was imprisoned. So I was there for ten days, having the right, being white and as in colonial times, to meals from the city´s restaurants. The Africans had just prison food. I was expecting all the time that the military would come back and execute me. Then on the 10th day, a surprise: I had a visit! It was a red cross representative, who had come to rescue me from jail. His name was Mr. Senn, a Swede living in what was then Rhodesia. He took me out, got  me on a plane to the capital Kinshasa, the Congolese capital, flying with me, and staying with me all the time to make sure the military wouldn´t get me back, until I was on a refugee plane to Belgium. I learned later that Mr. Senn had been head of the prison system in Sweden, and was now the Red Cross specialist in visiting jailed political prisoners and in taking people out of jail in troubled countries. I also learned that Mr.Senn later visited Nelson Mandela in his jail, and that he was able to improve his prisoner´s conditions. So I was back in Belgium. But the story doesn´t end here. I read months later in a Belgian newspaper that, in the Congolese political and civil war turmoil, both the Province Governor and the military commander who nearly killed me were made prisoners by one of the fighting political factions, taken to the Province of Kasai and executed, then… eaten. I got back to studying botany, which I had abandoned before my military service.