As it turns out, slipping past security – three of us, carrying armfuls of photography equipment – is the easy part. Attempting to sniff out one car among an ocean of metal, sprawled across 11 generously proportioned exhibition halls, is proving a little more tricky.
It’s midnight now. The Frankfurt motor show, once vibrating to the sound of winking apertures, perspiring journalists and overworked espresso machines, is sleeping. What was, just a few hours earlier, a beehive of activity is now the world’s most expensive, and expansive, car park. We tiptoe past row after row of cut-and-paste new cars, punctuated by the odd extraterrestrial concept – low, wide and impossible to produce.
One stand merges into another, each hall looks remarkably like the last. Our bearings are long gone.
Photography: Wilson Hennessy
This feature was originally published in the November 2015 issue of Top Gear magazine