#horserace

[postcard-from-the-past]

Grandstand on the horserace field in Saigon, modern-day Ho Chi Minh City, Vietnam

French vintage postcard

[atacim]

Ok, so after finishing Stone Ocean I started reading Steel Ball Run and I remember the 2004 Viggo Mortensen's film Hidalgo, which also involved a horse race, so I looked it up on Wikipedia and... ...not only does Hidalgo take place in the same year as SBR, but aaaalso LOOK AT THE DIRECTOR NAME:

[testinggreatlakes]

The 22 yr. old jokey Frank Hayes, he had never won a race before, holds a macabre record, even if it doesn't correspond to a "Darwin Award". He is the only horse jockey who died during a competition, remained in the saddle, and so he won the race. STRANGE - BUT TRUE!!

[jhara-ivez]

questions. I want to do this as linoprint.

[stall-valentino]

Feel the power, feel the adrenaline

Imagine hurtling at over 60 kilometers per hour on an animal weighing 545 kilograms of pure muscle, with a mind of its own. It sounds like a suicide mission, doesn’t it? “Hold him tight to the railing in the corners and let him stretch on the straights!” Matthew’s voice crackled through the earpiece. Jockey Emanuel, new to Stall Valentino, was perched on Fig, a powerful thoroughbred. Emanuel had a lineage steeped in horse racing: his grandfather trained racing horses, and his mother selected the broodmares and paired the future offspring. Thoroughbreds coursed through his veins, leaving him no choice but to follow the family tradition. Short and lightweight, Emanuel was the ideal training jockey. He might not compete in races, but his skill was invaluable for training young horses and keeping them in peak condition. “Fig prefers you don’t get in his way!” Matthew added, eyes fixed on the timer in his hand, counting seconds, measuring distance, waiting for Fig to blaze past his mark. Emanuel tightened his grip on the reins, feeling Fig’s powerful muscles bunch and release beneath him. The wind whipped past his face, and the pounding of hooves resonated through his body. Every fiber of his being was tuned to the rhythm of the horse, the synergy between rider and beast.

[7:37 PM]As they approached the first corner, Emanuel leaned into Fig, guiding him with a delicate touch. The horse responded seamlessly, hugging the rail with the grace of a seasoned dancer. Then came the straightaway, and Emanuel loosened the reins, letting Fig stretch out. The sensation was electrifying, a blend of speed, power, and raw energy. Emanuel’s heart raced, matching the thunderous beat of Fig’s hooves. He could feel the horse’s spirit, a fierce, untamed force that demanded respect and trust. They flew down the track, a blur of motion and adrenaline. In those moments, Emanuel wasn’t just a jockey; he was part of something greater. The lineage, the training, the hours spent understanding each horse—all culminated in this breathtaking dance of speed and precision. Matthew watched as Fig and Emanuel soared past his point, a smile of satisfaction playing on his lips. The young jockey was proving his worth, melding perfectly with the spirited thoroughbred. As they slowed down, Emanuel patted Fig’s neck, whispering words of encouragement. The horse snorted, steam rising from his flanks, eyes bright with the thrill of the run. Emanuel dismounted, his legs shaky but his spirit soaring. He had found his place among the thoroughbreds, continuing a legacy that was etched in his very bones. Stall Valentino was more than a stable; it was home, and he was ready to embrace every challenge it brought.

[jaycookie]

Banamichi Sonora

Septiembre 2023

[mrstevenhuang]

An old study of a race I saw as a student!

[davidnajewiczphotography]

More from Churchill Downs - some fine millinery....and that drink looks like mint julep... who knows how this ends

[postcard-from-the-past]

Grandstand on the horserace field in Saigon, modern-day Ho Chi Minh City, Vietnam

French vintage postcard

[belioness]

thinking about the fact people probably see rebecca as someone who loathes anything to do with dirt / woodland / hiking etc mostly because of how meticulous she is about her appearance (which would quietly irk the shit out of her given the stereotype), when the reality is she literally grew up in a county covered in greenery. given what little the show did say about paul, he probably adored the rural parts of surrey / brought rebecca with him to the gardens n wherever else as a kid the same way going on outings with him and deborah probably helped shape other parts of her.

[cyberdragoninfinity]

truth be told the only ygo video game stuff i really have any sort of position to have commentary on is anything with Tag Force and/or stuff related to my nichefavs. otherwise i just really dont got much to say sorry 😭

[theacidjazzguitarist]

Hidden Legacy - The Untold Story Of America's First Sports Superstars - Black Jockeys

American jockeys for most of the nineteenth century were African Americans. It was a dangerous occupation that paid extremely well for successful jockeys. These riders were pushed out of this occupation, as jockeys became recognized as important factors in racing results and as it became increasingly lucrative, just as they were pushed out of other desirable jobs in the era of Jim Crow.

The HIDDEN LEGACY project is a fascinating look into an era when african americans dominated America’s first national sport of thoroughbred horse racing.

The goal of the HIDDEN LEGACY project is to shed light on the often unknown and largely forgotten contributions of black athletes to America’s first national sport, by utilizing AI in conjunction with modern graphic tools to bring this rich history to life for a new generation to discover.

[nanjokei]

imma be honest it's almost impossible for me to talk about my feelings on here because last time i was earnest on here a bunch of weirdos on here took that and used those sentiments against me in some insane anon hate over what, nothing, it's very parasocial and strange that they did that. if you're so concerned about the two people i had a scuffle with on here (to which both i apologized to personally and buried the hatchet) and how "there are other people on the other side of the screen" have you once thought that before you wrote several paragraphs psychoanalyzing me based on posts i made about my personal insecurities?

i truly hope you screwed your head on right since november. and people wonder why people move to other sites. i'm busy with real life these days, but the fact that someone had the time to get all up in arms over niche subculture opinions and attack my character is honestly downright jobless. i've blocked the anons responsible, idk what good that does anyway, but the mental impact was crazy, i've only somewhat just recovered from it. whenever i wanna post here it's like "some weirdo is gonna use this against me" and i just close out of the tab lol.

i am not a public figure, i do not owe you or anyone perfect behavior, while i avoid conflict it's also human nature to accidentally bump heads. it happens. you taking that as an indictment of my character is incredibly strange. 6 months back on twitter and not once has anyone had any issue with me. if anything, people are much nicer and engage with me properly. people on there found my twitter after stumbling on my work elsewhere and sent me their well wishes. the world is actually a good place.

tumblr is also a good place full of nice people who mind their own business, but due to the site being desolate some people have a jobless mean girl attitude. deeply pathetic people.

i have very nice mutuals on here that i like to check up on every other day, but it's so hard to post anymore. the site is barren so i guess some of you guys who have no sense of boundaries are incredibly bored and choose to sate that boredom in the worst ways possible.

if i hate someone i wouldn't follow them. i hope you guys got the help you need because jesus. and i'm glad i didn't publish your weird ass asks like i was originally going to. i would have seriously done wrong on my own dignity if i had. it's probably hypocritical for me to say this after writing all this, but giving those kinds of people attention is cruel to not only myself but to them.

if you're gonna start yapping again please send that shit off anon, talk to me like an adult. can you not do that, talk with your identity attached?

anyway, i wanted to post this to get it off my chest, so i can clear the air and ease myself back into capital p Posting.

i have a lot of posting to do about horseracing history, so.

[stall-valentino]

Meet Stall Valentinos first thoroughbreds!

Top: Blizzard Force

Left: Moonwalker Right: Temporary Turbulence

Join @bridlepath-sims to see their journey how they start as newcomers to legends! <3