Remembering Jess
By Jim Sitz
I was very sad to hear of the death of the great photographer Jesse Alexander at age 92 on December 15th. Not merely one to chronicle the motor racing scene, ‘Jess’ was a very kind, compassionate man with a nice quiet manner, and a great friend.
I first met Jess in Europe in the grand year of 1957, and he went out of his way to introduce me to racing folks I ought to know. At year’s end both of us were at the London Motor Show and then to test day for all new British cars at Goodwood. He had a keen sense of humor and never failed to make me smile.
I was preparing to drive a very large Rolls-Royce Silver Wraith and had an elderly couple in the rear compartment when Jess walked over and quipped’ “Home, James.”
After a few years in Europe covering the races, Jess got a divorce and returned to the States. But I was surprised when, a few years later, I got a card from then Car and Driver Tech Editor Steve Wilder, saying that Jess had remarried and was off to Europe again. But as Jess would find out, it was different now.
With his new wife Nancy, Jess had a flat in London and Nancy was due with son Jesse Jr. In June 1967, Phil Hill was driving at Le Mans and dropped out at night after 17 hours with the Chaparral 2F. He got in his car and drove to their flat in London, reaching there early in the morning. He was tired, hungry, and thinking about his future. Hill had only one race left to run. Jess, Nancy, the new baby, Phil, and Henry Manney all returned to the States at the end of that season. Both Jess and Hill indicated that “times were a changing.” Phil quietly retired; no fanfare, he told me just had no offers and that was it. Jess resumed living in the old family residence on a quiet street in Montecito and began a new career making movies of things that mattered to him, like the big oil spill off the coast of Santa Barbara in 1969.
A few years later, he walked into my ‘office’ at the photo lab where I worked, recognized me immediately, and at lunch that day, I congratulated him for being civic minded; I knew he had made other documentaries about children with learning disabilities. “Well,” he said, “After all those years in Europe having so much fun, I felt it was time to do something meaningful.” He had an office in town, and a few student filmmakers were hired to help with the documentaries. As I recall he made a film of the construction of his ‘mud house’ on the mountain, demonstrating how workers took pride in constructing something special and worthwhile. My boss asked me if Jess was a good credit risk, and I suggested that he could probably buy the entire lab if he so wanted.
For the road, Jess always wanted something new or unusual and I recall one time he called me and said we should take in the Los Angeles Auto Show. We then kept gravitating back to the Porsche stand and their new 928 coupe and after the 3rd visit to the Porsche stand, I teased him, get out your checkbook. A month later he arrived with a new 928 in tobacco brown. Next up was a Jag XJ saloon; he enjoyed running through the canyon roads with a good machine.
In 1970 I drove to see him in my old MG TC and he carried his three year old son Jess to have a look at the bright red “toy car”. Meanwhile he told me of plans to build a real fire proof home on top of that hill in Los Padres National Forest on nearby Romero canyon and when under construction, it looked all concrete and to my eye a real bunker! But that was deceiving; it was some spectacular home and took much planning to execute the building of the ‘mud house’ as it became known later.
In 1979 Jess had a big 50th birthday dinner, with Nancy, daughter Rory, young Jess, myself and my girlfriend. Also a the party were Phil and Alma Hill, who had their own four year boy who spilled his ice cream on his new suit and Phil had to dry his tears while Jess got a shot of the Champ being the good father. The ‘mud house’ built at the top of the mountain was later sold to comedian Steve Martin.
Meanwhile still had a beach house nearby that he just used to entertain friends for lunch, and allowed me to rest and relax from work at the deluxe color lab and the stress. Jess would come down on business and get me out of the office in his new Citroen SM, getting on the ramp and blasting through the Cahuenga pass, and the tiny café close to the old Ferrari agency of the late Ernie McAfee.
Good times.
Goodbye,
Old friend
What, My Photos in an Art Museum?
By Pete Vack
This article first appeared in Vintage Motorsport, V4-1. The Akron Museum showing was held from February 14 to April 6, 1986.
Jesse Alexander’s sensitive portrayal of Jim Clark hung before us; a grim, tired determined sadness poured from Clark’s youthful face. Alexander spoke quietly in a reserved manner. “It was a moment after the 1960 Belgian Grand Prix …. there were no other photographers around. He is looking at us and we are looking at him.” On that day Moss had his first crippling accident, and Chris Bristow was killed after losing control of his Cooper. Clark had just learned his teammate Alan Stacey had died too. The conflict, tension and tragedy of that day were captured forever in that terse, dramatic expression. The photograph of Clark is Alexander’s Guernica. it is the masterpiece, the cornerstone of his motor racing portfolio.
Also like Picasso’s Guernica, it is painful and it is truth. Alexander’s desire and willingness to photograph people, and his uncanny ability to capture the “decisive moment” separated him from the other photographers who worked during those “golden years” of motor racing. Almost from the beginning, he was convinced that people were as interesting and as important as the cars and events. While contemporaries such as Louis Klemantaski, Kurt Wörner and Julius Weitmann would hang from stone precipices, lay on the edges of the Nurburgring or photograph the Mille Miglia from the cockpit of a race car, more often than not Alexander would disappear, finding refuge where no other photographers were. His Leica and Rollei found Harry Schell and “Fon” Portago playing backgammon at the Sport Hotel. Jack Brabham and his apprehensive young son Geoff in the pits, Mike Hawthorn looking up at the camera while climbing out of his Dino Ferrari, and a proud conversation between Enzo Ferrari and Eugenio Castellotti during the Mille Miglia. Inevitably, the subject was people; the cars and circuits provided an interesting and glamourous backdrop for the human emotion that was the real focal point of Alexander’s photography.
There is as much of Jesse Alexander in front of the lens as there is behind the camera – Alexander’s attempts to isolate himself in a crowd often created a wistful sense of solitude that can be seen in much of his work. It was a feeling he was accustomed to. According to his friend Jack Welpot, “his childhood was a world of private schools and unrelenting loneliness.” His stepfather bought him his first camera – an Afga – when he was sent to summer camp. Since then the camera has been his best friend and lifelong companion. He is deeply introspective, his ingrained aloneness and his feeling towards the world that surrounds him are reflected in his photography. Almost subconsciously, Alexander had learned his craft from some of the finest photographers America has produced. He was only 11 when WWII broke out, and spent the war reading Life magazine, studying the photography of Steichen, Smith and Capa. “They were my heroes … my whole visual slant was developed as a kid reading those magazines.” The drama of WWII, frozen forever by Life’s photographers created images in Alexander’s mind that would later be applied to the post war Grand Prix arena.
Alexander’s European odyssey began early in 1954. He had recently graduated from the University of California, done some documentary work covering the ’53 Panamericana, and decided that it might be fun to try his hand in Europe. “I had a young wife, a new baby, and we went over on a Dutch boat. We bought a VW Micro-bus and settled down in Switzerland.” He submitted his first story to Road & Track, “about the Swiss driving school De Graffenried was running.” An intermediary (no one can remember who) put Alexander in touch with John Christy, who was taking over editorial control of Ziff Davis’ Sports Car Illustrated. Christy received a piece on a Porsche police car, and was quick to bring Alexander on as his European editor. “He was American, he was technically knowledgeable, and he knew more people than anyone except Bernard Cahier,” recalls Christy. It was Christy who encouraged Alexander to use flash, and to “paint the car with light.” “I remember Christy saying, ‘Gotta use more flash, Jesse, more flash.’ Technically at that time I was not as good as I am now … my eye was ok, but my exposures would be off, and I was just not that sharp.” His years with SCI were rewarding, “SCI was great to me. After I became a staffer I had an expense account and Christy and Ludvigsen helped me tremendously.” Alexander stayed with SCI until it became Car and Driver … Christy had left to re-start Sports Car Graphic, Purdy was gone, times were changing. The small contingent of Americans he had enjoyed … Pete Coltrin, Henry Manney, Karl Ludvigsen were drifting back to the States or settling down. He returned himself in 1962, went back to Europe for a couple of years in the mid sixties, but found it not the same. The Golden Years were over.
The highlights of those eight years in Europe, sixty-four beautifully framed photographs, hung in the Akron Art Museum where we met Jesse Alexander. Surprisingly, few of the selected photos had been published in SCI. Many were new to me, others had been published in his book, Looking Back. We walked very slowly through the museum, discussing each, trying to elicit comments from Alexander. But the interviewer turned into the commentator. “I’m not really an expert on the cars and years,” he admitted. “I will leave that up to guys like you and Jim Sitz.”
” … and Mr. Alexander will give a
speech tonight.”
Or so we overheard the Museum Director say. Jesse Alexander is a quiet and modest person, not one to waste words. “I’m not giving a speech tonight,” he told me, although I thought it would have been a great idea. Our phone conversations prior to our meeting had made me wonder if Alexander was a vain, impatient man, so short was he, even on our nickel. I was met by a surprisingly shy man, who was often hesitant to express his thoughts.
He was sensitive and gracious, yet he smiled rarely, and we went through a roll of film before we caught him with a very warm and natural grin. Thank you, Mary.
A group of 20-25 elementary school children were the first ones to see the exhibit…field trip time, out of the classroom, easy day. They were led by their teacher through the series of photographs, arranged by race location. “Teach” had obviously done her homework; she explained to the class that racing during the fifties was very different, and more dangerous than it is today, the drivers were often sportsman and wore no fireproof suits, the cars had no rollbars and you could see them much better than in today’s race cars. She sounded like an expert…where was she, I wondered, when I went to school? The Ferrari pit fire scenes at the Nurburgring attracted the children and Alexander explained to them that no one was hurt, but it was a very big fire and the Ferrari had been totally destroyed. He was very patient with them; the children wanted to know about the drivers, what happened to them …. did they win the race, what were they doing in that scene…
Typically, to all of the accolades, Alexander’s reply is very honest modesty. “It was a great time … .I was really lucky …. and having my photos in an Art Museum? … come on, it’s
great.” And it’s about time Jesse.
A late entry from Graham Gauld
Pete: Thank you for a most appropriate appreciation of Jesse Alexander. Like you I had originally met him through racing and when Henry Manney and I would attend events we often met up.
One occasion was the Monte Carlo Rally not long after Jesse had remarried. To cover the event as a journalist and photographer you had to try and stay ahead of the competitors and get into the special stages before the road was closed. One year Jesse and his wife just happened to choose the same stage as we did so we parked the cars side by side and hung about in the deep snow waiting for the cars to come. To keep warm we decided to have a competition. A line was marked on the ice on the road and the idea was to run to the line and see how far you could slide on your feet before falling on you face in the snowbanks. Jesse got into the spirit of things and at the end Jesse won by sliding about six inches further than I did. As for Henry he was hopeless for at the time he tended to wear short leather boots with wavy rubberised plastic soles so when he leaped into action on the ice the shoes gripped and he fell on his face. As you said Jesse was a very quiet and charming person but on that occasion he was great fun. A truly good guy.
Bob Storck says
When Chrysler introduced the Viper Coupe, I was lucky enough to be one of the journalists who went to Europe for the launch. Not only did we get to visit and drive the cars on the classic Nurburgring, Spa and Reims race tracks, the latter two now largely rural roads, specially cleared for our visit. To cap this off, each evening we had a Jesse Alexander slide show illustrating racing on the tracks in the ’50s, co-hosted by Jesse and Phil Hill. Their accounts and insights took us back 40 years, making the visit intimate and meaningful.
Over the years, I’ve spent time with both, but having them in their element was exceptional and unforgetable.
karlcars says
Great stories about a friend and colleague.
Another one was mentioned by Jim Sitz: Steve Wilder. For the record, Steve was never editor of Car and Driver. He was tech editor and road-test guy under first Christy (on my recommendation) and then myself. I brought Jan Norbye over from Sweden to replace Steve.
Karl Ludvigsen
pete says
Karl, thanks and we corrected to tech editor. Great to hear from you!
Pete
John Shea says
As a kid I was always fascinated by Mr Alexander’s photos. Each one captured the moment and transported you into the moment. I have the opportunity to converse with Jim Sitz almost daily and cherish his friendship. Wishing everyone a healthy 2022.
Jack
David Barnblatt says
I used to work at a camera store in Los Angeles back in the early 90’s. Jesse Alexander came in one day to make a purchase of some film or batteries maybe. We were a pro shop that catered to lots of photographers in SoCal. I was really into cars and somehow we started talking about the subject, the specifics I can’t recall. I didn’t know who he was. We spoke for around 10 minutes. We said goodbye and he left for the parking lot. A minute later he came back in and walked up to me with a small book in his hands called “Motor Racing Photographs – Jesse Alexander – 1992.” He opened it and and quickly signed the book and handed it to me. I still have it to this day and it features all of his most memorable photographs. It has contact information on how to order a one of the photographs from him in Santa Barbara. A nice little treasure!
JEFF ALLISON says
Jesse Alexander was my window into the mystic and exotic world of motor racing in the 1950s through his articles in photos in the magazines. It was one of the most pleasurable experiences of my life to meet and become friends with my “hero” Jesse. We had some good times on the Colorado Grand, we pushed the laws of physics and the local constabulary “testing” Bob Sutherland’s retro sport car creation, the Maxton, in the canyons near my home, Jesse was “my” photographer for a feature on the GT 40 Reunion at Watkins Glen in 1989 in AUTOMOBILE MAGAZINE, I featured Jesse’s photography in a series in Vintage Motorsport magazine and more. If Steve Martin was a wild and crazy guy, Jesse was a quiet, unassuming, gentle, unselfish, etc. guy. I, too, will miss him, and I thank him for his contributions to so many of us and to the history of motorsport.
Sean Smith says
What a great inspiration!
peter brock says
Pete…thanks so much for that beautiful story on Jesse. He and friend Jim Sitz were ahead of me in photography as I was so into designing and building cars at that time that I didn’t realize what I was missing. They were already masters in recording those important early days. Later when I started to write about those memories for my time with Shelby and then later covering motorsports all over the world all I could was to try and catch up from what they had taught me from the pages of those classic magazines of the era.. Jesse lived in an era when you could cover everything with a 50mm lens…I remember seeing a shot of him standing on the bank of the Carousel almost leaning into the cockpit of a passing car to get a “portrait” of the driver….those were the days!
Dennis White says
Have most of Jesse’s books and they’re a step back in time to an incredible (but dangerous) age of motor sport. In particular, his photos of Phil Hill, a hero of mine, capture so much of the intensity of someone who outwardly appeared to be a pretty easy going guy. Thought it was very special when Patrick Dempsey visited him in the Road to Le Mans documentary. Jesse leaves behind a great legacy.
mribeiro97 says
What a wonderful story. To read an article by Pete, Jim Sitz and Graham Gauld together featuring Jesse Alexander is an opportunity I can only be thankful for. As usual here in VT, through the article one can feel the atmosphere of that golden era of motor sport and get to know more about its main characters. Add to that the comments, which are pure joy: Karl Ludvigsen, Peter Brock, to name the ones most familiar to me, taking their time to bring their contributions. From here in Brazil, a place that Mr. Ludvigsen knows well, I thank you so much and I wish everyone a long life and a healthy 2022. Keep it coming!
Lawrie Alexander says
I first met Jesse when I was Chief Judge of one of the early (mid-1970s) Santa Barbara Concours d’Elegance. Sharing a last name and a love of racing cars, we had a lot to talk about, although very different careers meant we saw each other only occasionally. On one occasion, when I was competing at the Monterey Historics at Laguna Seca in 1986, My wife encountered Jesse as she was sight-seeing in the paddock. They chatted for a while, then he mentioned he should get back to his conversation with Stirling Moss and Juan Manuel Fangio. Jane told Jesse that she was one of the nurses who had looked after Stirling at the Atkinson Morley Hospital in Wimbledon, following his terrible accident at Goodwood. Jesse promptly invited Jane into the private enclosure and introduced her to the two great champions. Reminiscences and conversation over, she was rewarded with their autographs on her race-weekend ticket. It has pride of place in my memorabilia, along with an autographed copy of Jesse’s “At Speed” and a tin box of postcards of photos that Jesse had published. Jesse was a remarkably talented photographer and a true gentleman!
ALLEN R. KUHN says
I have never read a story or listened to one from Jim Sitz that has not been accurate and informative. Always well done, and totally entertaining. Accurate is in the eye of the beholder. Pity the poor historian, so I heard from Michael Lynch. Jim will have to remind me where Michael heard it from, maybe Jesse? I have known Jim of many years and correspond with him daily. He never lets me down with his knowledge, and help. I started going to races a couple of years after he started. Something told him you have to remember all that was happening in our era because someone, 70 years later, will want to know what it was. I just shot film and went home. I only met Mr. Alexander for a brief time at the Monterey Historics at his booth. He was a little surprised when I genuflected upon meeting him.