Cacharros: The cars of Cuba
Being a bit of a petrolhead, I’d always wanted to go to Cuba.
Something about all those old patinated Yank tanks driving about makes me go all tingly.
So when I got the chance to go, it became a bit of a busman’s holiday; while my partner was sunning herself by the pool, I was running round the local towns in a sweat-soaked, dust-covered, diesel-choked frenzy, shooting all of the amazing metal and loving every second of it.
I could’ve easily filled a hundred memory cards, but here are a few of my favourite shots.
Once I’d processed them all, I thought it would be a shame if they just sat on my hard drive gathering virtual dust. I wanted people to be able to see them, so I created a book.
I called it Cacharros: The cars of Cuba.
As with Immortality for Beginners, it needed a strong cover to give it shelf appeal. Cue sketchbook…
And all of those photos needed to be put into some kind of logical or artistic order. That bit took bloody ages.
But eventually, this emerged. My first ever self-published book.
If you’d like a copy of the book, you can get one here.