If this photo of Graham Hill isn’t the original photograph, I don’t want to know. I don’t want to believe that this was just desaturated and cooled in Photoshop. I want to continue believing that this photo is the kind of thing Instagram strives to achieve with it’s technology, not the result of digital retouching.
The hues. The angles. The drama. I can’t reasonably articulate why it matters to me whether this shot was composed “in camera” or on a laptop. It just does.
Comic book artist and character designer Jon Haward was commissioned to create this life-size standup of Sir Stirling Moss for the Goodwood Revival this year. We all knew that Stirling drove like a machine, but this may start to explain some things. I flipped through some of the Goodwood Revival programmes and ephemera from this year’s event today and I am continually impressed by the commitment to authenticity and to evoking the period so brilliantly by the entire Goodwood team. Jon’s piece here is no exception.
When he was contacted by the branding and design team at Northstar Publishing, who are responsible for much of the Revival’s graphic look, they already had many of the details sorted. As Jon says, it “had to look as if it was from The Eagle comic from the 1950’s, the idea was to show Sir Stirling as a kind of cyborg with a computer for a brain, gears and springs and engine for his legs and chest etc.”
A bit eccentric? A bit specific? Perfectly of the era? Perfectly perfect?
Yep.
More of Jon Haward’s process on this piece on his blog.
We think of Grand Prix solely as Frankenheimer’s movie. In the basic sense I suppose it was, but I often forget about legendary designer and filmmaker Saul Bass’ hand in the film.
He did the title sequences—which were brilliant—but he also had a hand in the choreographed racing montage sequences as well. They’re handled wonderfully in the film, often as musical interludes that are balletic in parts, raw and evisceral in others. In short, they’re perfect analogues for racing in general. They’re so wonderfully assembled, you’d be forgiven for thinking that they’re the result of months of preparation and storyboarding.
Shooting the races in Grand Prix brought into focus for me the Director-as-Performer mode. Until then I had been directing in the Repertory mode. Small companies, with accumulated experience working together. All in tune with an exploratory point of view. Shifts in concept or staging understood as a process, rather than a certainty.
This all changed when I began directing the races for Grand Prix. The first race was at Spa in Belgium. We had permit problems with the Racing Association. We didn’t know if we could even get on the track. If we did, I would have no advance opportunity to study the track or even to know what part of the track we would have. Suddenly, at the end of one day, we unexpectedly got permission to shoot the next day. I arrived at an assigned section of the track at 8:30am. I saw an unfamiliar terrain, a multilingual crew, a slew of Formula One racing cars and drivers, 1,500 extras, and others—waiting for “the word”. I looked around. What’s my first shot? A race start. I called out my requirements. “Put the cars over there. The No. 1 Camera here. 600mm lens. The crowd…” I had another thought. I started again. “Let’s have the cars further back. No. 2 Camera there. 1000mm lens. Put the 600mm lens…” Pause. I had a better idea. “Here’s what we do…” I stopped. I could see the crew looking at each other and growing restless. My authority eroding. It was a very long day. But, somehow I got through it.
The next day, I arrived on the set. New pieces of track. New terrain. A thousand pairs of eyes zapped in on me. Silence. In a panic, I grabbed my cane. Plunged it into the turf. “OK! No. 1 Camera here. 200mm lens. No. 2 Camera there, 600mm lens. No. 3 Camera in the stands. All cars lined up for a start there. 1,000 extras in the stands. The rest in the woods. And call me when you’re ready!” A beat.
Pandemonium broke loose, and everybody went to work. I hopped into my jeep with my first cameraman, tooled around the curve in the track, stopped where no one could see, and said to myself, “OK. What the hell am I going to do today?” I knew it would take them a little time to get that all sorted out. So I calmed down. Went down the track a bit. Set up some angles and figured out my day’s work… my shot list. My first assistant came running up. They were ready. We drove back to the set. I looked everything over. “Fine. Alright. We’re ready to go.” “Ready?” “Ready.” “Camera ready?” “Camera rolling…speed!” “Action!” VVRRROOOOMMMMM! The cars took off. “Cut. Print. Next shot!” People exchanged glances. “He knows what he wants. We’re in good hands.”
Of course, I never actually used that shot. It was a question of morale… I learned that when you have an army, you may have to ride a white horse.
