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Jean-Pierre Jabouille: First Renault driver to win a Formula 1 grand prix dies aged 80

Jean-Pierre Jabouille, right, with Renault team-mate Rene Arnoux at the 1979 French Grand Prix, where he earned Renault's first victory in Formula 1 Former Grand Prix driver Jean-Pierre Jabouille, the man who took Renault's first Formula 1 win, has died aged 80. The Frenchman was a key part of Renault's 1977 entry into Formula 1 - and they were the first manufacturer to use a turbocharged engine. Jabouille took Renault's maiden win in the 1979 French Grand Prix. His final victory came in Austria in 1980, but his career was ended later that year when he broke a leg in a crash in Canada. He had been in any case due to leave the Renault team because his seat had been taken by rising star Alain Prost for 1981. Jabouille tried to return with the Talbot Ligier team, but was clearly unfit and retired as a driver after failing to qualify for two of his four attempts. The Alpine team, owned by Renault, said in a statement that it was "incredibly saddened" by Jabouille's death. "A humble racing driver, brilliant engineer and a pioneer of our sport. Jean-Pierre was a true racer. "He spearheaded Renault's journey into F1 in 1977 with his resilient and dare-to-do attitude. He was Renault's first Grand Prix winner in 1979, a landmark moment in Renault's journey in Formula 1. "His determination and dedication to succeed inspired many, and these values remain central to the current team in its now blue colours of Alpine. "We are where we are today because of Jean-Pierre and his legacy lives on." Jabouille, an engineer by trade, joined the Renault F1 project from its start to help develop its new turbo engine. At the time, F1 was dominated by naturally aspirated three-litre V8s but Renault was the first to see the potential of an equivalence formula that permitted the use of 1.5-litre turbos. Initially, the car was a laughing stock, dubbed the "yellow teapot" by British rivals because of its poor reliability. But the engine was immediately more powerful than the V8s used by other teams. Assiduous work improved the engine's reliability and, by 1979, the team also had a competitive chassis. Their maiden victory could not have come in more ideal circumstances for a team representing France's national car company: it came on home soil at Dijon-Prenois, with a French driver in a French car with a French engine using French Michelin tyres. Jabouille in the Renault F1 car at the 1979 US Grand Prix The sadness for both Jabouille and Renault is that the race was destined to be more famous for the gripping racing between his team-mate Rene Arnoux and Ferrari's Gilles Villeneuve for second place. One of the greatest duels in F1 history was eventually settled in Villeneuve's favour after a final few laps marked by improbable overtaking moves, regular position swaps, off-track moments and wheel-banging incidents. Jabouille had earlier in the season taken the team's first pole position, aided by the high altitude at the South African Grand Prix at Kyalami, and he took two further poles that year in Germany and Italy, although poor reliability prevented any further wins. In 1980, Jabouille took two more poles along with his win in Austria, while Arnoux won twice in South Africa and Brazil. After his retirement from F1, Jabouille was briefly a manager at the Ligier team, before stepping away. He returned as head of the ill-fated Peugeot engine programme in the 1990s. Peugeot, fresh from winning Le Mans in 1993, joined forces with McLaren for 1994, but the relationship was a tense one and it ended early - after just one season of poor performance and reliability. Peugeot switched to Jordan from 1995-97 and then to Prost's team from 1998 before withdrawing at the end of 2000. via BBC Sport - Formula 1 http://www.bbc.co.uk/sport/

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elarea · 15 days ago

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Érase una vez...Conrad Ross

El presente artículo habla sobre la exitosa trayectoria deportiva de un desconocido player compatriota, el tacuaremboense Conrad Ross. Fue escrito por Jordan Lhamar-Martins para la revista online Allez Sochaux! y lo recibí por intermedio de Juan Carlos Luzuriaga.

Añado este pormenorizado estudio de la carrera del jugador hecho por Sebastián Suárez Brandi en su excelente cuenta Uruguayan Football History.

Con ustedes, el Sr. Ross:

Fue el entrenador que dio a los CUBS su primer título. Conrad Ross, jugador uruguayo, tiene una trayectoria singular que merece la pena (re)descubrir.

Conrad Ross nació el 3 de agosto de 1900 en Tacuarembó, Uruguay. Era el hermano mayor de Donald Ross, entrenador de varios de los mejores clubes latinoamericanos, entre ellos el Deportivo Guadalajara.

Conrad inició su carrera como jugador en una tierra de fútbol. Como recuerda el historiador Juan Carlos Luzuriaga, «la difusión del fútbol en Uruguay comenzó con la comunidad británica en la última década del siglo XIX».

En 1900 se creó la Liga Uruguaya de Fútbol, con cuatro equipos que conformaban la élite de este deporte que apasionaba a todo el mundo (Albion, CURCC, Deutscher y Uruguay Athletic).

Conrad Ross llegó a formar parte del plantel del Peñarol, club heredero del CURCC, y como señala Luzuriaga: «El creciente profesionalismo clandestino fortaleció a Nacional y Peñarol, los dos clubes que se convertirían en los “grandes” del fútbol uruguayo».

Tras ganar el título de la liga uruguaya, Conrad Ross se exilió en Brasil durante tres años. Un encuentro con un jugador suizo, René Barrière, le llevó a las orillas del lago Lemán en 1926.

Aparte del su pasaje por el club parisino, el uruguayo permaneció fiel al Urania Genève durante cinco temporadas. Sus cualidades ofensivas fueron reconocidas en toda Suiza. Su juego inteligente le convirtió rápidamente en uno de los favoritos del público del Ródano.

En 1934 fue reclutado por el FCSM , primero como jugador para más tarde hacerlo como jugador-entrenador. Al final de la temporada, Ross dio al club su primer título. Después se marcharía al Club Athlétique de París, cuyos accionistas eran… la familia Peugeot.

Durante su estancia en París, el Sochaux (FCSM) entró en crisis y acumuló una serie de malos resultados.

Ross fue llamado urgentemente al Doubs y bajo su mando, el club vivió una de sus mejores épocas, ganando otro título de liga y una Copa de Francia. Verdadero director de orquesta, insufló nueva vida a los amarillos y azules.

El equipo estaba formado por una mezcla de jugadores locales, fichajes franceses e internacionales extranjeros. Sobre el Sochaux de Conrad Ross, el periodista Jacques Thibert escribió en su «Fabuleuse histoire du football»: «Un equipo con destino internacional, una especie de Real Madrid avant la lettre, que en su época habría podido competir sin duda con los más grandes equipos europeos».

Conrad Ross dejó el FCSM y puso rumbo a Sudamérica en 1939.

Mientras Europa atravesaba la guerra, el entrenador uruguayo continuó su carrera en algunos de los principales clubes de Brasil: Palmeiras y Sao Paulo.

Reestablecida la paz, asumió un nuevo papel: el de ojeador en el extranjero. Ofreció al Sochaux varios jugadores sudamericanos que había supervisado. Ninguna de estas ofertas se tradujo en la llegada de refuerzos al club.

Ross, nostálgico de Francia, patria también de su esposa, regresó a París covirtiéndose en director deportivo del Red Star.

En 1949 regresó a Latinoamérica, donde siguió entrenando a algunos de los principales clubes del continente, entre ellos el Guaraní.

Su vínculo con la región del Doubs no terminó ahí, ya que su hijo Litvinoff fue jugador del Racing de Besançon en la década de 1950.

Conrad Ross abandonó definitivamente los terrenos de juego en 1970 y entró en el paraíso del fútbol.

Un sentimiento paradójico rodea a Conrad Ross. Su nombre está asociado a la primera página gloriosa del Sochaux. Sin embargo, sigue siendo un completo desconocido en su Uruguay natal.

Ross es también uno de los primeros puentes entre los dos continentes históricos del fútbol: Europa y Sudamérica.

#uruguay #conrad ross #sochaux #urania geneve #red star paris #peñarol #albion #curcc #deutscher #uruguay athletic #guadalajara #sao paulo #palmeiras #racing besançon #Jordan Lhamar-Martins #juan carlos luzuriaga

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charlenasaxen · 28 days ago

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“Her boots were gorgeous. Seemed like all the French women Cori saw wore amazing shoes.”

“gave a Gallic shrug”

didn’t light it. “But for you, dear Edgar, I will do it.”

“First time in Paris. Nighttime deepened the lamp-lit romance of the city.”

“the back of the Peugeot sedan”

“As concierge, I now live on the Notre-Dame grounds.”

“Nicolette had this amazing mansion overlooking the Seine’s Right Bank.”

“complained about how the desert shouldn’t feel this cold, even in December”

“But you have earned my respect, as strange as it feels to confess that.”

“Cast in amber light, the western facade reached into the night”

“Our Lady has beautiful sisters around Europe.”

“They climbed more than two hundred and fifty steps of aged stone”

“This bell is Emmanuel.”

“The great bell Emmanuel was the one to return home. The others are lost in the mists of time.”

“Only the Viollet-le-Duc statue looks away. He is turned toward the spire, admiring it.”

“Viollet-le-Duc’s face appears on the Saint Thomas statue.”

“When one is in doubt, turn away.”

“I will keep Anton Vaden busy. He is an unrepentant flirt, so please do not take long.”

“a ring of metal barbs curled out from the spire, giving the look of a crown of thorns”

“looked as though he were trying to regain his balance before toppling off the flèche”

“little winged bull craned up his green neck as if worried the surfer apostle would fall and knock them from the roof”

“One side was meant for Bollingen. Maybe the other side was intended for Notre-Dame.”

“I decided it was a waste of time debating the sash. I took it.”

“Okay, maybe it’s a good thing you’re a klepto.”

“There’s one impartial way to decide,” she smiled. “Rock, paper, scissors. Ready?”

“she balanced on the flèche while hugging Thomas’s waist with one arm”

“Where are you?” her roommate asked, sounding weak.

“Never mind, it’s not important.”

“Wait, Cori. That’s not who attacked me.”

“Was it Shay’s blood or Kaylyn’s? He hated the thought, but couldn’t stop it from entering his mind.”

“A stuffed bunny rested on the elevator floor. Blood speckled the pink fur. He remembered buying the Christmas gift”

“No, John. It wasn’t Adriana. Tessa’s description fits Jordan Rayne. The red hair. Even the beauty mark. I think Jordan tried to kill Tessa.”

“She faxed pages from my mother’s journal to Lucrezia Borgia in Switzerland.”

“He flinched, glancing at Jordan, then looking away. He couldn’t believe it.”

“began to swing around with his sidearm. Jordan understood what was happening.”

Brynstone pushed him aside. “We can’t trust her.”

“He saw it all now. She was working with the Borgias. That’s how they knew about Wurm’s hospital ward. Jordan told them.”

“A thought burned in his mind. She thinks I have it. That’s why Jordan didn’t go to Europe.”

“He glanced at the woman tied to the beam. Couldn’t tell if she was Kaylyn.”

“Dumb thing to say. Gunfire blasted.”

“Delgado hadn’t sent Metzger. True to his word, he had sent a commando team.”

“As the commandos struggled to hang on, the chopper whirled away from sight”

“One commando managed to scramble inside the cockpit. He took the controls as the chopper plunged toward the Strip.”

“The spent casing burst from the side, tinkling on the ground. He heard a grunt, followed by heavy footfalls. Had he hit the assassin?”

Words he’d never said in his life. “You shot me.”

“Brynstone pulled a knife from his belt, then charged toward the woman. Relief flooded him when he looked into Kaylyn’s eyes.”

“she crumpled into his arms.

He scooped up Kaylyn, then hurried past Tilton on the floor.”

“Bending on shaky legs, he lowered Kaylyn to the floor before he toppled over her.”

“Before he could, the person landed another hit, this one on his skull. The second blow came faster than the first.”

“Huddled behind a wall, Kaylyn hugged her husband”

“I love you,” he said, kissing her. “Now go.”

“A faint cry. Her head snapped around.”

As John hurried away, she noticed blood soaking through his shirt.”

“Do not fight death,” he told his victim. “Embrace it.”

Does he have John? She couldn’t leave. Not now.

“Prayer candles flickered inside the vast sanctuary, casting it in a medieval glow. Lightning crackled outside the rose window, brightening the stained glass.”

“Everything went black inside the cathedral, except for rows of votive candles clustered around the altar”

Bettencourt said, as rain splashed against the rose window. “His name is Le Stryge.”

“She grabbed one, then sprinted toward the man. Picturing her child, she put everything she had into her swing.”

“The board blasted into his head, vibrating so hard it made her arms ache”

“She took it to him again and connected. The blow flipped the man. He collapsed face-first.”

“bent over the woman. Red hair flowed around her delicate face.”

“Are you okay?”

“Thanks to you,” she wheezed. “My name’s Jordan. I work with your husband.”

“Straining, she glanced up at her face. Jordan was smiling.

It was chilling.”

“Wait a minute. He flipped on the flashlight, sweeping it across a wall safe.

Oh God, no.”

“stone taunting steel, a blithe gesture of the old world mocking the new”

“The architect removes any gargoyles posing a safety risk. During the reconstruction, he discovers the Scintilla inside a deteriorating gargoyle.”

“Can we go out there to see him?”

“Promise to be careful. It is dark and quite dangerous.”

“even the tip of his notorious tongue”

“Santo lunged, then snapped his arms around Cori. Wurm jumped on him, but Santo Borgia flung him off.”

“pitched her over Le Stryge. She felt weightless as her body cut through the air.”

“he was no match for Wurm’s fury. He swung the metal flashlight, shattering Santo’s collarbone”

“You shouldn’t have thrown Cori off the tower,” he snarled

“The bottom crocket jabbed her rib cage, slowing her fall before she grabbed the curved stone”

“Hanging from the crocket, she thought about how it could still happen if she lost her hold and dropped two hundred feet”

“Bracing against the parapet, she glanced at the highest crocket below Le Stryge, the one broken by her fall.”

“the grotesque’s tongue instead pointed at the crocket a few feet below. The Scintilla wasn’t concealed inside the grotesque, but beneath him.”

“The affection surprised her. He pulled away, acting like the moment had never happened.”

“The assassin had said that Shay was in a “safe place.” He meant it. The sick son of a bitch”

“Baby girl?” he called. “Daddy’s here. I’ll get you out.”

Her cries sounded weaker. He kept talking as he punched digits. “Hang on, baby girl.”

“John? Where are you?”

“Kaylyn, get out,” he called. “Metzger’s around here somewhere.”

“Ja, I am.”

“Didn’t matter. He would be a threat even on his deathbed.”

“There is one thing that terrifies you. Something that scares you to death. And that’s losing your family.”

“Jordan stepped from the shadows. She pressed the SIG’s barrel against Kaylyn’s temple. Fear washed over his wife’s face.”

“I never thought you would work for the Borgias.”

“The Borgias work for me,” she boasted. “I’m using them.”

“Do you realize,” Metzger asked in a hushed voice, “that your baby has stopped crying?”

“Jordan had betrayed him. How far would she go?”

“Tell me the combination.”

“Think about your wife, John,” Jordan growled.

Jordan called. “Forget about Shayna. Save your wife, John. You and Kaylyn can have another kid.”

“Brynstone knew the last number, saying “vier” at the same time as Metzger, realizing the 3-3-2-8-4 combination spelled D-E-A-T-H.”

“As he opened the door, he looked back to shoot Metzger.

He was gone.”

“reached inside the safe for his daughter”

“Do you hear the sirens?” he asked. “The Brynstones have called an ambulance. Las Vegas’s finest will be here any moment.”

“I’m willing to gamble on you,” he purred. “Isn’t that what Vegas is all about?”

“Not without the Scintilla. We’ve come too far. Sacrificed too much.”

“Is it the Scintilla?” she asked, unable to suppress her excitement.

Wurm looked up with twinkling eyes. “It’s the formula for the White Chrism.”

“they found Nicolette leaning against the doorway, making the sign of the cross”

“From high inside the spire, a thick rope rocked Anton Vaden in midair”

“Putain!” she cursed at Adriana. “You monsters killed my friend. Are you out of your minds?”

“Santo Borgia dove for the gun. Wurm got there first, kicking it down the stairs.”

Santo Borgia ripped it from her body and tossed the coat out the spire window.

Her eyes brightened with horror. “No!”

“Adriana shoved aside Bettencourt, then grabbed the rope and slid out the opening after Wurm”

“The pain seemed hotter now, searing deep inside.

Bettencourt returned, holding Vaden’s gun.”

“I have one shot. Better make it count.”

“Grabbing the rope, Cori climbed out the window. Bettencourt followed.”

“Isn’t the same true of you, Father?”

“I told you to never call me that.”

“Sirens cried over the soft rush of the River Seine”

“Thought you had it all figured out, didn’t you? Your people will never learn.”

“Give me the Radix. I have Cesare Borgia’s blood flowing inside me. The Radix is my birthright.”

“This is my salvation for a broken life.”

Adriana sprinted toward him. An officer started firing.

“Cori screamed as Edgar Wurm and Adriana Borgia fell from the cathedral. Officers climbed down to the catwalk, shouting in French. Bettencourt yelled back at them.”

“She hadn’t always understood Wurm, but Cori knew she would never forget him”

“His soul felt numb, holding her tiny blue hand”

“searched the hospital for President Armstrong. She couldn’t wait to tell him the news.”

“Staff permitted one visitor at a time. They didn’t argue over the choice.”

“The Knight? The man who called you? He’s my boss. His name is Lieutenant General James Delgado.”

“Balsam. Figs. Salt. A few other ingredients. And of course, the Radix.”

“Edgar Wurm swallowed it. Right before he died.”

“Wurm’s dead?” Brynstone slumped against a wall.

“He pressed on the delicate golden clasp, then opened it. His eyes widened.”

“Cori must’ve stripped a piece from the Radix, then placed it inside the locket”

“One billion isn’t bad for a counterfeit miracle plant.” He patted her shoulder. “Go.”

“she wore an enormous smile. Red hair drifted around her face, almost in slow motion.”

“You shot her in the back. You are a coward.”

Metzger said to the little root. “You have caused a great many problems for a great many people.”

“he blasted past a customer, almost knocking him over as he sprinted down another aisle”

“The paste transformed into an iridescent liquid”

Brynstone handed the manager a hundred-dollar bill. “Sorry for the mess.”

He sprinted toward the door.

“The president invited Deena to join him and the First Lady as they held vigil”

Eyes open now, Dillon stared at the ceiling. His lips parted. “Al.” He swallowed, then whispered, “ex.”

“Alex,” she yelled. “Come here.”

President Armstrong bolted in.

“Alex.” Dillon swallowed, forcing out another few words. “You win.” He closed his eyes. His body slumped.

“A flood of doctors and nurses burst into the room, shoving aside President Armstrong and Deena”

“As they made it to the door, Deena heard a doctor say, “He’s not responding. Charge three hundred.”

“Enough with your fantasies,” Bitonti countered. “You are a madman.”

“I am demanding an investigation. You will be excommunicated. With God’s blessing, you will find yourself in prison.”

“He had seen me talking to Cress before I entered the cathedral. The man had seen Cress kidnap his friend.”

“I recognized the face.”

The Knight held his breath.

“You are a fine artist,” Bitonti continued. “And a madman.”

“Listen and fear me. I am a knight of the Lord. I am greater than your blind church. Run to the Vatican and hide. I will find you. And I will destroy you.”

“Delgado wrapped his fingers around the phone, snapping the cover shut”

“He’ll pull through. Dillon always pulls through.”

“The words faded into a deadened silence, the man still moving his lips”

“He glanced at Deena, looking into her reddened eyes. And he knew.”

“And he knew that he had lost Dillon forever”

“Brynstone had not come into this assignment as a believer. Everything changed”

“We tried everything. She was a courageous little fighter. I’m sorry.”

“Brynstone opened his mouth to speak. Nothing came out.”

“Brynstone walked into the hospital room as Kaylyn finished praying. She knelt beside the bed, holding Shay’s little hand.”

“I can’t lose you too,” Kaylyn said through soft tears.

“his fingers gliding through fine curls and down her soft cheek”

He shut his eyes. Bit his lip. “I have to try something.”

“This is the White Chrism,” he explained. “The perfect medicine.”

“Kay, trust me.”

“John, stop it,” she cried. “Just stop it.”

She collapsed against the wall.

“John Brynstone kissed his daughter on the forehead, then whispered a prayer.”

“Scripture drifted into his mind, where Jesus took a dead child by the hand and said, “Talitha, kum,” meaning, “Little girl, get up.”

“Will anyone find out you hired people to take care of Dillon Armstrong?”

“I stepped out of the theater and called, but I never said to kill him. That was your doing.”

The Knight smiled. “You mustn’t worry, Mr. Vice President.”

“We searched Notre-Dame in case he’d dropped it. No sign of the Radix.”

“The ‘miracle baby’ is John Brynstone’s daughter.”

“I want both agencies watching Shayna Brynstone for the rest of her life.”

“Never before have the Knights of Malta held positions as president, CIA Director, and NSA Director at the same time.”

“She found John Brynstone, running her hand along his back as he embraced her”

“Holding their toddler, Kaylyn gave a one-armed hug”

“That chilling night at Notre-Dame last week had forged an unlikely friendship”

“The thing that troubled her about that night at Notre-Dame? Nicolette had shot Adriana’s brother, but his body had disappeared.”

“A fuzzy duckling and a sad-faced bear cuddled against the heart-shaped monument, stuffed companions sharing time with a lost child”

“Crumbling in sorrow, the couple dropped to their knees in the snow”

“John had quit his government job, hoping to patch up his marriage”

“What would that do to a person? Shay looked beautiful now, but what changes did the Radix produce inside her tiny body?”

“He was staring at John and Shay. Cori’s gaze dropped to the man’s leather shoes. Black and polished.”

“Cori had a terrible sense that the stranger from behind the angel monument was hiding somewhere out here, waiting to snatch the toddler”

“The child trained her gaze on the bear and duckling. She held out her bunny, dancing it in a jumble of floppy ears as she shared a bubbling conversation with the other creatures.”

“She blinked, staring at the child’s knee.

The jagged cut had vanished.”

A serene look crossed her face. Her small lips parted as she said, “Auw gone.” The little girl giggled.

“Heart drumming in her ears, she scooped up Shay”

“unable to believe what she had witnessed. With the White Chrism inside of her, Shay Brynstone had become the ultimate realization of the alchemical dream.”

“He coughed more blood. He glanced around the room and recognized the walls. The studio.”

“You adore martyrs. Don’t you wish to become one?”

“Because of Jordan Rayne, I am quite wealthy. Besides, your library will not survive to see the new year.”

“My possessions,” he pleaded. “Will they burn?”

“It all dies with you.”

“Tonight, we’ll pit my blaze against your little plant,” he smiled. “Herr Delgado, how strong is your faith in Dr. Brynstone’s root?”

“I came after you. I planned to stab you with the dagger I’d used to kill your father.”

Delgado choked, his face bright from the firelight. “I bled that evening for the grace of God, but it was worth the pain. That night, I transformed into the Knight.”

Brynstone lowered the Glock. “Told you before. I don’t believe in wasting bullets.”

“His face contorted in agony, making a death mask more haunting than the martyred souls in his paintings”

“Please accept it with my compliments.

Perhaps we’ll meet in the new year?

—M”

“More crude than his later work, it showed a king stabbing a saint”

“He recognized the saint’s face. He studied the ice blue eyes, captured forever in torment. His father’s eyes.”

“In the center of the mausoleum, a raised oblong coffin stone supported the Belgian marble tomb where Edgar Wurm had been laid to rest”

“Wurm’s body was not inside. The tomb was empty.”

“Footprints carved in fresh snow. Leading from the mausoleum’s door, the prints curled past the tree and disappeared at the wet road.”

Brynstone nodded. “Or Edgar Wurm.”

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“And let me be clear that the Sovereign Military Order of Malta, in its long and storied history, has never expressed interest in the mythical Radix”

#quotes #the radix

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rallytimeofficial · 2 months ago

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Prima apparizione per la Peugeot 208 Rally6, nata per contenere i costi

🔴🔴 Prima apparizione per la Peugeot 208 Rally6, nata per contenere i costi

Una nuova vettura del marchio Peugeot sta per fare il suo debutto nel mondo dei rally. Questo fine settimana, la Peugeot 208 Rally6 è stata affidata a Jordan Berfa e Bastien Dumas, e potrebbe fare il suo debutto nella nuova categoria Rally6, pensata come il primo passo nella piramide delle competizioni rally nazionali e mondiali. Questa nuova categoria si posiziona prima delle Rally5 e delle…

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tonin-terets · 1 year ago

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Peugeot 308 - Drawn by attraction from Mark Jenkinson on Vimeo.

It was a lot of fun to design and bring this little character to life with a brilliant team. Awesome work as ever with @gudnason and amazing CG work by the Mill. Huge thanks to my wonderful producer Giulia and to everyone who worked on this!

Production Company Movie Magic International Executive producer Giorgio Borghi Producer Giulia Buffa Director Mark Jenkinson DOP Ottar Gudnason 1st AD Ferran Rial 2nd AD: Jesus Espin Production Designer Jon Blud Stylist: Claudia Martins Wardrobe assist: Felipe Rojas / Natalia Castillo Arm Car: @car_shooting111 Marc Roca @x_moliner @montoliuxavier Precision Driver Dan Adams / Marc Sangra Stunt rider @natasha.duran 1st AC: Alex Benhamou 2nd AC Francesc Rubio VTR: Celia Abraira DIT: Sergi Aranda Key Grip: Xavi Gordi Gaffer: Ricard Pujol Car care Victor Sanchez Service Company Vivi Film EP: Fabrizio Vittucci / Carlos Soms Prod Manager: Serge Hernandez Shot on Sony Venice 2

Editor Quin Williams at Tenthree Global Head of Peugeot Marketing & Communications : Phil York Brand Content Director : Erika Bouteloup Brand Manager : Elodie Bugat Agency : OPEn Global Account Lead: Stéphane Boutier Global Business Director: Judith Romero Global Account Director : Lena Lieuvin Global Account Executive: Helia Bardon Chief Strategy Officer: Loïc Mercier Head of Planning: Nicolas Orsoni Creative Director: Stephane Lecoq Art Director: Jake Butler Copywriter: Nick Kugge Head of Production/agency producer: Patricia Lucas Agency post-producer: Florence Marquet Sound Designer : Fabrice Pouvreau

VFX Studio: THE MILL PARIS Executive Producer: Fabrice Damolini VFX Producer : Stéphanie Mollet VFX Supervisor et Flame: Alexis Baillia CG Supervisor: Mickael Girod Editing : Maxime Didelot Grading: Philip Hambi Modelling & Environment: Jaspreet Kay Dua, Tytouan Botte, Nicolas Du That Co Generalist: Guillaume Dadaglio Rigging: Marine Sisnaki, Alexandre Sauthier Animation : Alban lelièvre, Geoffroy Barbet Massin, Ludovic Martin, Hervé Anceau FX: Pierre Carcedo Lighting : Valentin Lesueur, François-Xavier Gonnet, Balthazar Bourguignon, Tytouan Botte Compositing : Ugo pierantoni, Fabrice Fernandez, Jordan Recoquillon, Killian Roy Flame : Alexis Baillia VFX Coordinator : Milan Vicet, Mathilde Cohen Selmon Assistant : Julie Rigaud, Chloé Charrier, Felix Fléchet, Naomie Dumas, Pauline Royo, Antoine Zimer, Maité Tamain VFX support: The Mill Bangalore Associate Production Manager: Rushikesh Shelar Production Coordinator: Raman Dhode, Srinivas Bandi, Nividita Dakua Compositing Supervisor: Venkata Siva Kumar Mannepalli Compositing Lead: Rajesh S Compositing Artist : Pavan Gurhalkar, Ragesh Ramchandran, Gopinathan Sekhar, Sudeep Bandi Asset Lead: Nishant Kumar Rigging Lead: Garlapati Yeswant Lighting Supervisor: Aritra Kumar Sarkar Lighting Artist: Trinath Sarkar, Romika Tiwari, Karan Patel, Sourabh Soni MMRA Supervisor: Elangovan Ganeshan MMRA Lead : Smijumon Viswanathan, Avaneetharan Karuppasamy MMRA Artist : Puppala Vinod Kumar, Anirudh Krishna Kurve, Tirupati Bhavani Shankar Derangula , Upasana Choudhary, Swapnil Bharat Nerkar, Yallamraju Venkata Raja Chandra, Praveenkumar Palani, Asif Mohammad, Paras Pareshkumar Shah, Typhan Rai, Chetan Balasaheb Kadam, Vijay Bapu Chavan Prep Supervisor : Sugumar S Prep Lead : Kiran Veeraswarapu, Sachin Ranaware Prep Artist : Ritesh Patil, Sikandar Shaikh, Anuj Pathania, Prashant Kamble, Abhishek Deswal, Sagar Gawande, Bruno Roosewelt, Jagadeesh Dasari, Utkarsh Indis, Sagar Dasgaonkar Roto Supervisor : Sivakumar S Roto Lead : Rohit Charde, Moumita Ganesh Pratihar Roto Artist : Rahul Jagtap, Laxman Nathuram Bodere, Nitin Yashwant Thorat, Sudhir Balaram Jadhav, Ahamadulla Khan, Hrushikesh Kadu, Shrikant Jadhav, Sudev S, Tanmay Bera, Aditya Shrikant Salunkhe, Rakesh Gharti, Sekh Sahangir Versions Digitales VFX Producer: Kahina Lamblin

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