Ostensibly I am writing about the Megane. Really I am concerned with something else.
Earlier this week contributer, Chris lamented the sameness of midsized family cars today. This Megane looks like nothing else and only looks better with age. Alas, its durability does not live up to the standard set by the aesthetics. I’m not going to write about that though.
The night-time ambience reminded me of a car moment I had almost 17 years ago: seeing street lights reflect on the gleaming surface of an old Benz in Frankfurt. That in turn connects to the fantastic night photography of Helmut Newton. You’ll have to Google those on your own time. Some of Newton’s photography isn’t suitable for workplaces (although it’s all fashion). Among the statuesque nudes are art photos concerned with urban night landscapes.
When I take a duff photo of a car what I can see is not what my camera can take. As lit the Megane looked beautiful. What Newton could do was to take the image his mind perceived. That’d transform what might appear to be a boring night scene into something lustrous, velvet-black, sodium orange and dotted with the emerald green of traffic lights.
You’ll have to imagine the Megane being beautifully lit. Had I not seen Newton’s work I might not have seen the Megane the way I did.