F-Stops SHOWS WHAT RACING WAS REALLY LIKE
If there is such a thing as a perfect life, Bernard Cahier has probably lived it. During his 80 years, he has done it all: resistance fighter, truck driver, exchange student, car salesman and, most important to FORZA readers, racing photojournalist. All of this and more is covered in his 768-page, two-volume autobiography, F-Stops, Pit Stops, Laughter and Tears.
After living in California for a couple of years, Frenchman Cahier and his American wife Joan moved to Paris in 1952. That summer, he went to the Italian Grand Prix at Monza. As he tells it, "I arrived at the press office with my Kodak Retina II camera and told the people there I was writing a story for an American magazine. They promptly gave me an all access pass. It was very simple in those days."
It is hard to comprehend, but in the 1950s you could simply walk up to an Alberto Ascari, Giuseppe Farina, Piero Taruffi or Froilan Gonzalez to have a chat and a drink after the race. In fact, this access accounts for much of the charming Cahier's future success: He would become a full-fledged member of the racing fraternity, getting to know all the drivers, team managers and other important people, and was able to get behind the scenes in ways that photographers in today's PR-controlled world could never duplicate.
To be fair, he may have been a bit too involved. In those days, Cahier was almost as famous a personality as the drivers!
In any event, Cahier wrote his story about the Monza race and went looking for work in Europe. He was soon hired by the French magazine LAction Automobile to cover Grand Prix and sports-car racing, and the rest is history and what a 30-plus-year history it would be. As a result of Cahier's relationships with the drivers, many of the book's photographs contain an intimacy rarely seen. These have some of the flavor of a personal snapshot-the subjects were, after all, his friends, and really manage to capture personality, rather than just the moment. Cahier was no slouch when it came to snapping cars, either, and with two to four usually delightful photos per spread, there's always plenty to enjoy.
As you'd expect from such a social person, Cahier is full of wonderful anecdotes. Indeed, he and Joan were one of the great couples in the racing world; their parties were legendary. Most of his stories are related to racing, but my favorite took place in Cameroon, about as far from a racetrack as you can imagine.
Cahier had met the owner of a large ranch who kept a tame leopard as a pet. One evening, the two men met for dinner. The leopard on the porch started to snarl and claw, and the ranch owner took his hat off and hit it across the face. "What the hell has gotten into you?" he yelled. The leopard trotted off, but when the men went inside for a drink, they found the tame leopard fast asleep on its bed; the one on the porch had been wild!
I must admit that it would be almost impossible for me to be completely unbiased in my review of this book; I've known Bernard since the 1960s, and I work with his son, Paul-Henri, in every issue of FORZA. But I can say that F-Stops, Pit Stops, Laughter and Tears gives some wonderful insight into what motor racing was like over the best part of the last 50 years. And if you don't believe me, know that the book recently won the Dean Batchelor Award for excellence in automotive journalism. I very highly recommend it.
- Andrew Frankl |