the start
approach
As the start gets closer, the circuit's ecosystem is revealed in all its industrial complexity. Le Mans is a pop-up city that springs up in 48 hours and vanishes on Sunday evening, much the same as Burning Man. A 110-octane rock festival.
scene 01
Soft, medium and hard tyres stacked up like industrial totems, pyramids of rubber that smell of chemicals and speed from 500 metres away. Each tyre a hymn to programmed obsolescence: 185 miles at 155 mph, ending up as black smoke and particles of rubber.

scene 02
Racing cars, spare parts, specialist tools and telemetry equipment in every semi-trailer. Mercedes-Benz Actros transporters unloading their mechanical treasures, hydraulic cranes gently lifting millions of euros worth of carbon fibre and aluminium. These trucks come from all over Europe. It's a pilgrimage in reverse: the cathedrals travel to the faithful.

As for me, I hang around where no one ever goes: behind rubbish trucks, next to generators, under metal footbridges. In the blind spots of official history, where no one thinks to look but where everything plays out.




























