MONZA AT NIGHT
Incredible photography of an after-hours Autodromo – as you’ve never seen it before
Giuseppe, Alberto, Wolfgang, Jochen, Ronnie… Who knows exactly where Monza’s ghosts gather at the end of another September day? But whether visible or not, their presence is always felt: a fingernail down the spine; a frisson for the senses. The masses with their banners and Cavallino Rampante ags will have long departed – satisfied, perhaps, that Fernando is on pole, or that Kimi has taken an against-the-odds podium. And in leaving, they’ve handed this brooding cathedral of speed – La Pista Magica – back to its rightful owners: those who died driving racing cars here.