It was parked nose-out in the Canadian Tire lot with the low sun coming straight down the hood, and the whole front end was lit up like a piece of jewellery. A 1948 Mercury Eight does that to you. White over a brushed silver hood, a chrome grille made of nothing but heavy vertical bars, two round headlights, and a bumper you could shave in. I changed direction before I had decided to. Seventy-eight years old and it stops a Toronto parking lot cold.
All Chrome and Vertical Bars Up Front
The front of this car is the whole argument. The 1947 and 1948 Mercurys are the ones where the heavy chrome grille got its outer frame wrapped in chrome too, so the face is almost all brightwork, with MERCURY spelled straight across it and a round light sitting in each corner. I got down low for the head-on frames so the grille filled the bottom of the picture and the sun flared off one headlight. At that distance the car stops being a car and turns into a face.
What the 1948 Mercury Eight Does at Golden Hour
This was the last year of Mercury’s second-generation body, a pre-war shape brought back after the war, all rounded pontoon fenders and a fastback roof that drops away to the deck. In flat midday light it is just a pale shape. In low side sun the curves come alive, and that is the photograph. I worked the long side profile and the rear three-quarter, where the fender skirts and the teardrop taillights hold the light and the red interior glows through the side glass. A body like this rewards the wait for the sun to come around.
Old Steel, New Bones
This 1948 Mercury Eight is a restomod, and a Canadian-built one. The sheet metal is honest, the split windshield, the bulbous fenders, the long deck, but underneath it has been brought up to date so the owner can actually drive it instead of trailering it. Edsel Ford started Mercury in 1939 to sit between a Ford and a Lincoln, and this design was near the end of its life by 1948. Most of them are long gone. This one gets driven to a Monday night and parked on cracked asphalt next to a green Challenger, which is exactly where I would rather photograph it than on a show field.
I shoot all of this on the Leica Q3, available light only, nothing on the car touched or moved. The fixed 28mm lens makes me walk to my framing instead of zooming, close enough to read the grille badge and far enough to keep the whole body honest. For the backlit frames I put the sun behind the car, exposed for the sky and let the body fall to a rim of bright edges, which is the opposite of what most people do at a meet. This is its own set, the Mercury on its own, alongside the other classic cars I keep finding at these Monday nights in Richmond Hill, just north of Toronto.
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