This weekend I rousted a few of my motorcycle friends and we made our way on over to the Larz Anderson Auto Museum to check out the Extinct Car Day, an assemblage of old iron (and a bit of aluminum) from bygone automakers. Some were failed experiments, some were absorbed into one of the Big Three, others just slunk away, either lagging too far behind or reaching a bit too far. When we rumbled in - two Hondas, two Triumphs, and a Sportster sans baffling (read: silly loud) - the show was winding down, but there were still a few gems still milling around.
Somehow, living in Boston for nearly 4 years I had never come across this museum, only really getting excited about it last week after seeing the beautiful cars that attended the Cars And Coffee. The museum itself is pretty fantastic. Where else can you find old racing cars, horseless carriages, and a Ferrari F2002 F1 car stuffed into a majestic old carriage house? I can't think of any.
The real drive for this excursion was to squeeze a few more riding days out of the increasingly chilly October we have been having in the Northeast and to give my itchy shutter finger a chance to get some exercise. I have been trying to reconcile my love of cars, and motorcycles, and basically anything mechanical, with my love and training in photography. Go to a somewhat snooty art school and try to make a project about cars and their owners.... maybe you'll have luck. I know I didn't. I've always loved photographing people and have done it well. Body position, facial tics, absent hair twirling; they have always drawn me in. Translating that to inanimate objects, lacking the organic forms and movements, has very rarely been my strong suit, but we're supposed to try what doesn't come easily right? Right?
So what I'm trying to do is photograph people, something that I am familiar with, with their objects that they have formed and shaped, possibly imbued them with a bit of themselves. This might be a crock of shit, but I want to try.
What I'm hoping to accomplish is imbue a bit of myself into these photos, a bit of my passion for engines and film. Hopefully I'm showing you the connection I feel to these people, showing how achingly beautiful these masses of metal and rubber can be and how alive they can become in the hands of their caretakers. Here are the images, or at least a few. You can view the rest here and check out my website and my on again/off again magazine Shitty Good, if you really are a glutton for punishment.