Travels in Italy with Kodak Portra 160
Every year during the quiet time of winter I cast a wide net to find as many cars as possible to shoot for the following Spring. Usually, I’m hoping to find cars local to me in the South & East of England, so when a Maltese man living in Italy dropped me a message on Facebook I was left scratching my head as to whether he had read my original post. Little did I know that this would soon turn into my most exciting shoot of the year.
After a bit of back and forth I decided that the opportunity of being driven around in wonderful cars in and around North Italy was too good an opportunity to miss, for both the experience and my portfolio. One budget airline and a small hostel later and I arrived and settled into the beautiful city of Verona. Now, whenever you meet someone in person after only speaking to them on the internet there is always that slight worry that they are not quite what they first seemed. Thankfully for me my host Ken was every bit as nice as he’d come across on Facebook and what followed was a cracking weekend.
I was there to photograph two of his cars for Jaguar World Magazine, one of the finest original Series 1 Jaguar E-types around, and a car that had spent its whole life in Verona, and an equally magnificent Daimler Double-Six. To make life even better for me, a heavy shower of rain had completely cleared the atmosphere of moisture and everywhere I looked I was greeted by stunning views of the mountains. Boy, was I keen to drive out to them in one of these cars! As well as shooting the images I needed for the magazine digitally, I captured most of the long weekend on rolls of Kodak Portra 160 using my trusty Nikon F100, which are the images you see in this (and next week’s) blog.
The first full day was pretty heavy going as we did both shoots back-to-back with the help of Ken’s daughter Celine. Ken knew someone with a very pretty Italian villa which made for the perfect backdrop for such high-end cars. Once the statics were out the way for the Daimler and for both cars together, it was time to head off to a second location in the E-type. Initially we headed back to the ‘Blue Room’ where Ken securely stores all of his cars, dropped off Celine and then drove to the mountains. Here we were in the pre-Alps, nothing massive but still very impressive. Certainly, much more so than the flat farmlands I am used to back home.
Fortunately, Ken isn’t one of those people who’s overly precious with his cars (which makes sense given he rallies them), so after driving up a rough dirt track we managed to find the perfect spot to park the car up with mountains in the background. This is why I came to Italy, and it is a shoot that will certainly live long in the memory. Statics completed we headed out to get the driving shots, at least one of which I look forward to one day printing out and putting up on my wall. The last order of the day was to get back, switch cars and finish up with driving shots of the Daimler which we managed to do along a road running by a river not too far out of town. A long day but a very productive and successful one.
Having done so much on day one we could take it a bit easier on day two and, in the morning, we planned to head to Lake Garda, somewhere which I believe needs little introduction. However, things took a rather interesting turn. When Ken came to pick me up, we were greeted by a slightly lost looking Dutch woman asking the best way to get to Lake Garda. Ken and I gave each other a bemused glance upon which we mentioned we were about to drive there. She was happy to jump into the back of the car and on we went to pick up Celine before going to the lake. Brave woman, but she did say that we both came across as trustworthy and sometimes that’s enough.
Now at this point I should mention that this whole thing was only possible due to a couple of coincidences. Originally, we had planned to take the Jaguar XK8, a two-seat roadster, but an newly-discovered fluid leak meant we instead took the Jaguar XJR (yes his collection of Jaguars is pretty damn impressive), a much larger car with a full five seats. Second, Ken had arrived a bit later than originally planned due to a family emergency. But with these two things in place, it meant we were at the right place at the right time with the right car to take our new passenger out to the Lake. But it didn’t stop there. It turned out this woman went to the same university in the Netherlands that Celine’s sister was going to later in the year, and after a bemusing phone call it was decided to have the two of them meet up later that day. Just a few hours later this person who had been a complete stranger was helping prepare lunch back at Ken’s house. I certainly can’t knock the Italians for their hospitality.
But back to Lake Garda. It’s not hard to see why the whole area is such a tourist trap. It’s blue, it’s really really blue. I think the only way we’d have a lake this colour in the UK is if we had a chemical spill! Standing in the town of Lazise and looking out across the lake, I was struggling to comprehend that the land I was seeing on the other side was a large spit of land that was only halfway to the other side of the lake. It’s enormous. It’s a pity we had so little time here, but it is certainly somewhere I intend to come back to in the future. But at least I had a chance to wonder the streets with an authentic Italian gelato in hand.
However, we had to get back, as we had an important appointment we certainly couldn’t miss. We were taking the E-type back to the home of its original owner where the nephew now lived. This grand building was an impressive example of an Italian Chateau, with amazing pieces of history inside to match the age of the building. I was fortunate enough to get a full tour of the house, which had some splendid paintings of various members of the family going back centuries. Again, something that wouldn’t have been possible without Ken’s great local connections.
The final stop of the day was an attractive hotel local to where Ken lives that is clearly owned by a very eccentric individual. Walking into the foyer you are met with this strange fusion of old-style architecture and 1960s psychedelia. A magnificent glass chandelier, large photos of slightly odd-looking nudes and gold statues of women contorting themselves as they emerge from giant clam shells. It’s certainly something that has to be seen to be believed and was another interesting touchpoint for my trip.
With my time with Ken drawing to a close I had one day left which I will write about in next week’s blog. The days I had spent with him however had been both memorable and productive and I am happy to say that both articles will soon be published in the upcoming issues of Jaguar World. Keep an eye out at your local WHSmith and keep your fingers crossed for a shot on the front cover.
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