#the beauty and poetry of winning a grand prix

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sports commentary is so funny because wdym that's the most "fascinating hole" and that they're "finally coming together"

[leclerc-s]

let him be a trophy husband!

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isabella perez they've put it together.

logan sargeant no. they think it's reputation (daphne's version) not a new album.

isabella perez whatever logan. anyways. how are the grammys?

max jones-verstappen I'M BORED!

zoya torres i suspect he'll end up drunk by the end of the night. mae jones-verstappen to be fair, he was life this at the fia prize giving ceremony. daniel jones-ricciardo he always gets drunk at things like this.

pierre gasly why are you people on your phones? you are at the grammys put them away!

mae jones-verstappen commercial breaks exist you french fuck!

rowan todd forgive him, he's never been to one.

pierre gasly because you've never taken me with you. I DIDN'T EVEN GET TO GO TO THE EMMYS! BUT CHARLES DID?

charles leclerc that's because i know how to behave in public.

carlos sainz why are people on twitter acting like i got fired midseason?

isabella perez they're dramatic like that. you guys thought i was bad, the twitter girlies are worse.

oscar piastri to be fair, you cried over dropping a churro one time.

lando norris i don't like it here anymore.

bailey winters SOMEONE JUST ASKED HIM HOW MANY RACES HE WON!! HE WALKED AWAY EMBARRASSED! LOGAN'S LAUGHING AT HIM!

isabella perez watching lando get made fun of on live tv by trevor noah is hilarious.

lando norris this shit isn't funny isa!

arthur leclerc "here we have 3x world champion max jones-verstappen, 8x grand prix winner daniel jones-ricciardo, and teammate to rookie of the year, lando norris."

oscar piastri can i laugh?

lando norris I'M ENTERING MY REPUTATION ERA!

charles leclerc maybe win a race first

daphne jones-ricciardo can you people behave?

lewis hamilton don't bother daphne, there is no controlling them.

freya vettel lando no wins can't even escape being made fun of at the grammys

lando norris oh fuck off vettel

mick schumacher don't forget no rizz. it's a miracle bailey took him back

bailey winters it took a lot of convincing.

penelope trevino ZOYA! YOU LOOKED BEAUTIFUL ON THAT STAGE!

logan sargeant I AGREE! THAT'S MY GIRLFRIEND! zoya torres aww thank you. nat helped pick out the dress. natalia ruiz THAT'S MY DAUGHTER!

lance stroll hey, does this mean charle is officially a grammy winner?

charles leclerc in my mind i have been since folklore lando norris first driver to win a grammy before a drivers championship charles leclerc at least i've won a race esteban ocon gagged him!

fernando alonso none of you know what the word decorum means.

daniel jones-ricciardo and you do? mr. i'm going to sniff flowers mid-interview

fernando alonso at least i can say that i've never commited crimes like seb. multi-21 anyone?

lance stroll THEY LITERALLY CALL YOU WAR CRIMINAL! sebastian vettel SPYGATE ANYONE? rhys jones HE'S A WAR CRIMINAL LIKE ME!!

rhys jones so, what'd i miss?

ollie bearman the hamilton x hamilton edits on tiktok isabella perez I LOVE THOSE!! logan sargeant HOW DO YOU NON=AMERICANS KNOW ABOUT HAMILTON? isabella perez i love musicals!

fernando alonso hamilton x hamilton? are they putting lewis on a boat with himself

lance stroll he means are they shipping lewis with himself? rhys jones NO! THE MUSICAL BY LIN MANUEL MIRANDA! fernando alonso who? lance stroll now he's just trolling.

rhys jones anyways, new album?

mae jones-verstappen yes, the dead poets society daphne jones-ricciardo THE TORTURED POETS SOCIETY! mae jones-verstappen YOU SHOULD'VE NAMED IT SOMETHING ELSE! rhys jones I DON'T KNOW WHAT THAT IS BUT WHAT THE HECK DAPHNE! THE PEOPLE WILL BE CONFUSED!

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isabellaperez mother ate with this one y'all!

landonorris i am ready to cry to this one.

baileywinters THE PEOPLE AREN'T READY!

redbullracing just in time for the chinese grand prix!!

danieljonesricciardo hey! i'm responsible for the cover art! i did that!

↳ daphnejonesricciardo yeah you did!

rhysjones geez daph, put some clothes on! as your little brother i don't need to see that!

rhysjones I'M KIDDING PLEASE DON'T CANCEL ME! I LOVE MY SISTER! I'M JUST A BABY!

↳ georgerussell so now you're a baby but when it comes to teasing lando you aren't a baby?

↳ rhysjones I CAN PICK MY BATTLES RUSSELL! THE DAPHNE GIRLS ARE WILD!

maejonesverstappen oh the people aren't ready for this.

charles_leclerc i definitely need a good cry album. this will help

↳ carlossainz55 i'll join you buddy!

maxjonesverstappen1 WOO! GO DAPHNE!

nataliaruiz WE WILL BE STREAMING!

lewishamilton it's going to be amazing daphne!

visacashapprb we will be streaming mrs. jones-ricciardo!

yukitsunoda0511 LET'S GO!! WOO!! GO DAPHNE!!

↳ daphnejonesricciardo thank you yuki! hope you like the new album!

↳ yukitsunoda0511 are you kidding me? i will adore it!

fernandoalo_oficial how many songs are about our whirlwind romance daphne? 🤣

↳ daphnejonesricciardo i plead the fifth! 😅

↳ danieljonesricciardo BACK OFF FROM MY WIFE FERNANDO!

↳ fernadoalo_oficial it's not my fault! blame the internet!

lilymhe YAY! I GET TO ANNOY ALEX WITH MORE SCREAM SINGING!

↳ alex_albon you could never annoy me

↳ lilymhe and we will be having a conversation about keeping this a secret from me mr.albon!

↳ alex_albon I WAS SWORN TO SECRECY!

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[diamond-jewellery-for-everyone]

Lalique: The Legendary Art Jeweler Article Contents René Lalique’s profound impact on the world of jewelry design is undeniable. His innovative commercial jewelry designs and collaborations with esteemed personalities such as Sarah Bernhardt propelled him to the forefront of the industry. Lalique’s unique and poetic creations, characterized by elements of metamorphosis and dreamlike mysticism, continue to captivate enthusiasts and inspire contemporary designers. This article delves into the enduring allure and impact of Lalique’s unparalleled artistry, shedding light on his enduring legacy and influence in the realm of jewelry design. Key Takeaways About René Lalique’s Impact on the Jewelry IndustryRené Lalique gained recognition for his commercial jewelry designs and became a household name in Paris.Lalique was both a brilliant artist and a savvy businessman, signing every piece he created and presenting his jewelry as art.Lalique’s jewelry featured unique and poetic designs, often depicting animals and humans in elegant and dreamlike ways.Lalique’s influence on Art Nouveau brought a sense of elegance and sophistication to the jewelry of that era.René Lalique’s Rise to Fame[embedded content] René Lalique rose to fame in the world of jewelry design through his innovative and artistic approach to creating commercial jewelry for esteemed firms like Boucheron. His impact on the fashion industry was profound, as he brought a sense of artistry and creativity to jewelry design that was unparalleled at the time. Lalique’s collaborations with other artists, such as his ornamentation of Sarah Bernhardt for the stage, showcased his ability to merge artistic vision with commercial appeal. His designs were not only worn but collected as art pieces, solidifying his influence on the fashion industry. Lalique’s ability to infuse his jewelry with a sense of poetry and elegance set him apart, and his legacy continues to inspire contemporary designers and captivate jewelry enthusiasts worldwide. Artistic Brilliance and Business Acumen Lalique’s artistic brilliance and business acumen were evident in his meticulous approach to every piece of jewelry he created. From the design process to the presentation of the final product, he successfully balanced creativity and profitability. He signed each piece and ensured that the presentation was as artful as the jewelry itself. His Grand Prix win at the 1900 Exposition demonstrated his ability to combine artistic innovation with commercial success. 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While other designers of the Art Nouveau era often created creepy or bizarre pieces, Lalique’s work exuded a sense of beauty and refinement. His jewelry had a poetry and elegance that transcended mere adornment, making each piece a masterpiece of artistic expression. Influence on Art Nouveau Having left a lasting impact on the Art Nouveau movement, Lalique’s designs often merged the forms of animals and humans, standing out amidst the era’s predominantly unsettling jewelry styles. Lalique’s artistic inspiration brought a sense of elegance and sophistication to Art Nouveau jewelry, which was often characterized by its unconventional and sometimes eerie designs. His influence on Art Nouveau was profound, as many other designers were working with similar themes at the turn of the century, but Lalique’s ability to seamlessly blend natural and human forms set him apart. Lalique’s designs were not bizarre but had a sense of beauty and grace, adding a touch of poetry and refinement to the Art Nouveau movement and ultimately shaping the aesthetic of the era’s jewelry. Lalique’s impact on Art Nouveau continues to be celebrated for its artistic ingenuity and timeless elegance. Legacy and Continuing Influence[embedded content] Lalique’s jewelry continues to be highly coveted by collectors and esteemed by both designers and artists due to its enduring legacy and ongoing influence. Lalique’s impact on contemporary jewelry design is profound, as his innovative techniques and artistic vision continue to inspire modern jewelry makers. His influence on modern art and architecture is also evident, with many contemporary artists and architects drawing inspiration from Lalique’s organic forms, intricate designs, and use of natural motifs. The timeless elegance and exceptional craftsmanship of Lalique’s jewelry have solidified his position as a pioneer in the art jewelry world, and his legacy continues to thrive as his designs captivate people and his museum remains a popular destination for enthusiasts. Lalique’s enduring influence is a testament to the enduring power of his artistic vision. Lalique’s Artistic Presentation Lalique’s artistic presentation of his jewelry not only showcased his innovative designs but also demonstrated his mastery in creating a captivating and immersive experience for his audience. Lalique’s Use of SymbolismLalique incorporated natural motifs like flora and fauna, symbolizing life, growth, and vitality.He often utilized mythical figures and mystical creatures, adding an element of enchantment and wonder to his jewelry.Lalique’s use of symbolism infused his jewelry with deeper meaning and significance, elevating it beyond mere adornments.The Influence of Lalique’s Designs on Modern Jewelry TrendsLalique’s emphasis on artistic presentation and storytelling has inspired contemporary jewelry designers to imbue their creations with symbolism and narrative.His innovative approach to design continues to influence modern jewelry trends, fostering a preference for unique, expressive pieces over traditional, mass-produced jewelry.Lalique’s enduring impact is evident in the resurgence of interest in art jewelry, reflecting a contemporary appreciation for the artistic and symbolic value of jewelry beyond its material worth.Lalique’s Influence on Collectors René Lalique’s jewelry continues to exert a profound influence on collectors, reflecting the enduring allure and significance of his artistry. Lalique’s impact on the art jewelry market is undeniable, with his designs continuing to inspire contemporary jewelry design. His unique and poetic creations have left an indelible mark, shaping the way collectors perceive and value art jewelry. Lalique’s ability to merge elegance with a sense of metamorphosis and dreamlike mysticism has set a standard that resonates with collectors to this day. His legacy as an art jeweler continues to thrive as his jewelry remains highly sought-after, with collectors avidly seeking out Lalique pieces to add to their collections.

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A beautiful and moving fan account of GPF Torino 2019, by a fan who lives in Turin, Italy.

THE YUZU CHRONICLES IN TURIN – DAY ONE

Yuzu is in my town. Yuzu is in my town. I can’t quite believe it: I’m having breakfast and can’t quite believe it, I go out and can’t quite believe it, I get on the subway and… yes, I start to believe it, since I’m surrounded by Poohs. So many Asian women, so many Skate Canada/FaOI/Continue with Wings bags. When I get off, I can feel the thrill: in less than one hour, I’m going to see Yuzu live! In my town! As soon as I reach the Palavela, I meet other fans: some I met last year in Helsinki, some I never met before, but it doesn’t matter. Here we are, all for Yuzu, all with Yuzu, hoping and feeling and praying and focusing for him and with – and that’s something so strong that all the differences between us – country, age, social/economical/cultural status – disappear. It’s just so beautiful (and important) to be here, together, when Yuzuru is skating at the Grand Prix Final. At last. I find a good seat – mine is not bad, but there are better places where I can settle down and watch the practice – and wait for Yuzu. The arena is not totally full but there are many people here anyway: (nearly) all for Yuzu? A roaring, thunderous shout is the answer: YES! And Yuzu has just appeared… alone. Where’s Brian, or Tracy, or Ghislain? Nobody knows, at the moment. He puts his beloved Pooh on the balustrade, then waits for the Zamboni to resurface the ice, and finally enters the rink: he bends down, touches the ice, and takes off. Yes, I can’t find another way to tell what he does: does he skate? For sure. Does he dance? Definitely. But he flies. The impression is there’s always some room between his blades and the ice, an inch of air allowing him to just float. And the noise he makes on the ice is just so different from the noise made by all the other skaters… you could close your eyes and tell when Yuzu is skating just listening to him. But of course it’s so mesmerizing to watch him: when you see him live, you catch something that you can guess even watching his videos, but that is so strong and obvious here. You can call it aura, or charisma: something so overwhelming that I feel blessed and hypnothised at the same time. The practice goes by very fast. Yuzu skates… what to say? He fell a couple of times; he pops a couple of jumps (one at the beginning of Origin run-through); his skating is so graceful, though, and solid, and pure, that no fall and no popped jump can damage its beauty at all. Moreover, he had so many outstanding moments: all his 4S and 4T and 3A; the 4T-euler-3F sequence; an unusual 3A-3A sequence; the 4Lo he lands (majestic)… and the 4Lz he lands (royal)! Really: as soon as I understand he’s going to jump a 4Lz, I cross all of my fingers and clench my teeth and… and he jumps. Cleanly, beautifully. Never underestimate Mr. Hanyu: I’d better remember Brian’s words. Finally, he cools down. A slow Italian song, Di sole e d’azzurro (“Of sun and light blue”) by Giorgia, is filling the arena. Yuzu gets in tune with it and starts his usual sequence: grand pliés, arabesques, ports de bras… in this moment, he really looks, he is Baryshnikov on ice. I don’t know how he can do it, but he’s able to fill my heart with fire and calm at the same time. Maybe it’s “just” beauty, or poetry. Maybe it’s “just” love.

THE YUZU CHRONICLES IN TURIN – DAY TWO: SHORT PROGRAM

How hard it is to write today, I’m not even sure I should. I drink some more tea and check my watch: it’s 11 pm. I should work a bit. Maybe writing will heal my heart a bit, though, so okay, let’s start. Let’s go back to Thursday. The day of the short program. I reach the Palavela at 6.15 p.m. I was here for Yuzu’s practice in the morning – and it was so good: my favourite training outfit (black and grey shirt), some stunning jumps (the 4Lutz!), the impression that he’s floating in kind of a bubble of brightness – and now I’m back. There’s no queue and I get quickly into the arena. There are Chinese fans providing small banners to cheer for Yuzu. There are people gathered at the Edea stand, taking picture by a big poster of Yuzu. There’s an Italian man (a volunteer from the Palavela staff, I’d say) giving out pictures of Yuzu, with a long queue of ladies in front of him. And there are so many Poohs, everywhere. I just love this context, this atmosphere, but I can’t ignore the tension that is slowly making its way inside me. A couple of hours and Yuzu will compete. I can’t wait to see him, but at the same time I don’t want to see him. I want to pay my most heartfelt tribute to the most amazing skater in history, but I know I’ll quake with fear. How can I feel like that for someone I don’t even know personally? I think about that bubble of brightness, the sound of his blades, the grace of his arms, the fire in his eyes: of course I can, for someone like Yuzu.

Time to reach my seat and watch the opening ceremony. Time to wait for Yuzu. A presenter who speaks a bad English  – and I wait for Yuzu. Some famous Italian skaters who perform nicely – and I wait for Yuzu. The pairs’ short program – and I wait for Yuzu. Some more minutes. And here he is, for the warm-up. Still alone with his Pooh. Since yesterday , the rumours about Ghislain’s absence are never ending – he had an accident, he’s got problem with his visa, what kind of visa does he need to come to Italy?? – but they end now. Yuzuru is there, and when he takes off his Japan jacket and reveals his costume, he looks like a dream from my childhood: my mother would read me a fairy tale before sleeping, and when I closed my eyes I would think (or dream already) of princes and castles and singing birds and starry nights… and in this very moment, with his costume sparkling like a constellation, Yuzuru is  almost the incarnation of that enchanted realm I envisioned when I was young and innocent, and so happy. And I would probably lose myself into that dream, if I wasn’t aware of the fact that the short program is going to start. Yuzuru will be the last one to take the ice. Before, I watch the other five skaters: Boyang Jin, Dmitri Aliev, Alexander Samarin, Kevin Aymoz – and, of course, Nathan Chen. He’s good but not perfect: his 4Lz looks pre-rotated, the exit from his 3A is a bit problematic, the second jump of his combination is short and definitely not effortless. But he scores more than 110 points. Just a handful of hundredths behind Yuzu’s record. What, how, why? I look at Eleonora, an Italian fan sitting by my side, and I know that my face must show the same feelings displaying on hers: awareness and wistfulness. It’s the same old story, isn’t it? As long as Yuzuru and Nathan do not compete directly against each other, Yuzuru’s scores are way higher than Nathan’s; but as soon as they share the same ice, the scoring system seems to turn upside down. Yuzu, oh, Yuzu … He’s on the ice, taking his starting position. The first note of Otoñal fills the arena – nothing else can be heard, not even the occasional coughing here and there. Yuzu, oh, Yuzu, please… Some steps, some transitions, 4S. Natural like a leaf floating in the tranquil stream of a river. Twizzles, 3A, twizzles. Pure harmony. We all wait for the last jumps, the combination. 4T… and no triple. No triple. Manuela and I look at each other. What score will these judges award to this program? To two perfect jumps, and a perfect step sequence, and perfect spins, and an obvious mistake? The answer comes soon: 97.43 points. 13 points behind Nathan. Can Yuzu still win, with these judges? Because I still haven’t look at the protocol, but it’s clear that he didn’t get the points he deserved for the Salchow, the Axel, the spins. And I’m quite sure that, even if he had been perfect, he would have earned something like 111, or 112 – no more than that. And I am sad. And angry. And I need to talk, to talk a lot, like every time I feel sad and angry. It’s a good thing that I’m not alone in front of my PC but amongst hundreds of fanyus, so we can share our sadness, our anger, and talk, talk a lot: while my friend Paolo and I walk to the subway station, while we find out that the subway isn’t working at the moment, while we call a taxi, while we share the fare with two Germans and a Japanese… …but as soon as I get off the taxi and start walking home, all my sadness and anger calm down. They don’t disappear; they just shrink to give room to something  – someone – much more important: Yuzu. I wonder how he’s feeling  now. Mad at himself, disappointed, too tired to feel anything else than an urgent need to just go to bed and sleep? And Ghislain is not there… Oh, Yuzu, how I would like to do something for you; something useful, not only feeling this dull pain in my chest and complaining about the scores. If only I could, I would give you a hug – to comfort you, to protect you. Or maybe I would take your hand and take you to the Po river. It’s quite close, you know? And there’s a beautiful park, called Valentino, with meadows descending gently  to the water. We would watch the river flow for a while, talking only if you wished to, then I would take you to Fiorio. Have someone told you about this ancient café in the centre of Turin? There are old huge mirrors, armchairs in red velvet, big rococo chandeliers, and a creaking wooden floor; we could sit there, order a hot chocolate or their famous gianduia (hazelnuts +chocolate) ice-cream; and for a few moments, for only a few moments, you could close your eyes, savour that new, creamy taste on your tongue, and forget about those damn 13 points, that damn combo… but probably you don’t want to forget, do you? You want to understand what happened, and why, and plan what you have to do now. Just don’t spend the whole night watching your SP again and again, right? Oh God, I sound like an old auntie. I open the door of my apartment. Sadness and anger are like a faint but constant throb in my stomach. Will I be able to sleep, tonight? I’m not sure, but it’s not so important. What’s important, is that Yuzu can sleep, and Ghislain arrives in Torino, and the judges come to their senses. Have sweet dreams, Yuzu, my wonderboy.

THE YUZU CHRONICLES IN TURIN – DAY THREE: QUAD AXEL

Fear. Joy. Worry. Fury. Emotion. What a day, the third day of the Grand Prix Final.  And yet, it was supposed to be a quiet day, for us fanyus: no competition, only some practice. When it comes to Yuzu, though, quietness looks scarily like a storm, and there’s nothing we can do about it: there’s no way to be even remotely prepared to all the ideas, visions, plans and dreams that cross Yuzu’s mind and that he chooses to act out. That’s why I’m more or less calm, when I get to the Palavela. “More or less” because I had a tough night: I kept on tossing and turning in my bed, thinking about the short program, constantly grabbing and turning off my phone – eager to read anything the web could provide me about it, and scared by possible haters and nasty posts.  So now I’m still sad and angry, but also too tired to have very strong feelings: sadness is a dull, feeble pain in my chest, anger a whisper that I try to ignore. I queue, get inside, talk with some friends. A few minutes, and Yuzu appears. Alone with Pooh: so Ghislain hasn’t arrived yet. Gosh, it’s all so wrong. The scores, the absence of Yuzu’s coach… we are in the middle of the Grand Prix Final and there were a bunch of bad omens already. No, I don’t want to be so negative. Yuzu needs to feel, to breath optimism and trust. Think positive, Alessandra; for the sake of Yuzu, think beautiful, think glorious! But it’s Yuzu, the one who’s beautiful and glorious. I always loved all kinds of practices and rehearsals: when some ballet company comes to my town, I always try and ask permission to attend a class, or some rehearsal. I love to see a work in progress, and all the commitment and efforts that artists, dancers and athletes put into their performances. No costumes, no lights, sometimes not even music: just the focus, sweat and love needed to succeed. When practicing, Yuzuru is like that, of course, but he also has – is – something different. The way he can look incredibly focused – and actually a bit dangerous – and turn suddenly into a playful child. The long talks he has with himself. His ability to ignore all the people watching him, just to thank everyone with a deep bow. His unexpected smiles, his gloved fingers pointing here and there while he’s planning and calculating who knows what. The lightness of his warm-ups, the grace of his cool-downs. When you watch him practice, it’s like watching a painter create a masterpiece right in front of you: his (sometimes bizarre) rituals, his methods, some surprises, the development of his work – art coming to life stroke by stroke, bit by bit: and you realize how big the privilege is to witness greatness in the making. So, warm-up. Jumps. No spins (has Yuzu ever done a spin in any practice?). Run-through. Other jumps. And then. He has just tried a new sequence for the free skate, 3A3A; so, when he skates in my direction, I think that he will try that sequence again: oh yes, he’s preparing an Axel. Then he throws himself into the jump and pops it, landing heavily on two feet. Ouch, I hope it was not painful as it looked… he skates around the rink, then again in my direction. Does he want to try the Axel again? He throws himself into the jump and pops it, landing heavily on two feet… Wait. He’s not popping his jumps. He’s jumping like this on purpose. And he jumps so high. Okay, his Axels are always very high, but now he’s really taking off as if he wanted to touch the roof with his fingers! I turn to Lys and Giovanna, who sit behind me. We look at each other, knowingly. Yes. Yuzu is practicing the 4A. As if he wanted to confirm what we’re thinking, he throws himself into the jump again, but this time he doesn’t pop it: he rotates it. One rotation, two, three, four… he lands before completing the last half turn, crashing on the ice. A collective gasp runs through the audience, someone screams, I grab and squeeze Lys’ calf in my hands. Oh God, Yuzu, stop it. Oh no, Yuzu, don’t stop it, let me see it again. No no no, on the contrary, don’t do it, be careful. Well, be careful but try once again… and he tries: another jump, under rotated as well, another fall. The audience is hypnotized. Someone shouts, someone cries, but it sounds like nobody could break the silence surrounding Yuzu. He seems alone now, as if no skater was in the rink but him. He skates in my direction again, and I count every second, one two three four five, until he jumps again. One rotation, two, three, four… and a half. Four and a half. Then he lands and crash on the ice again. But he made it. He has just jumped a quad Axel.

And the Palavela explodes. Shouts, cries, applause, people standing, people frozen in their seats, people scared, people happy, people who don’t fully understand what happened, but we all sense the truth: today, we were so lucky to witness history in the making. The practice is over, and Yuzu exits the rink followed by the loudest applause ever – and the longest too: our jubilation began way before he took his bows. When he disappears, everybody starts talking about his 4A. Someone’s almost mad at him (“I hope his mom is going to slap some sense into him!”), someone’s reverently astonished (“Have you seen the height of that quad? How much it was, about 95 centimetres?”), we all look on the edge of a nervous breakdown. It was supposed to be a quiet day, wasn’t it? But we should have known better than this. Because it’s Yuzu, and Yuzu always wants to climb higher walls, to aim for wider goals; to go beyond the horizon of what is possible for us, normal human beings. And this is one of the reasons why he is who he is; this is one of the reasons why we love him so much. There are winners, but he’s a champion. There are athletes, but he’s a history maker. And I left the Palavela with tears in my eyes, vibrant love in my heart.

THE YUZU CHRONICLES IN TURIN – DAY FOUR: FREE SKATE

So here I am, not really ready for… how should I call it? The showdown? Maybe. Who are the main characters in this fight, though? Yuzu and Nathan? Yuzu and the judges, more likely. And I’m not sure it’s going to be a fair fight. No matter if the knight in his shining armour has a marvellous sword made of an outstanding technical value and of wonderful components: his opponent can be petty and play dirty, and only in fairy-tales Good always triumphs over Evil. The free skate is about to begin. The morning has been long and tiring already: we all had to queue in the dark and in the cold before Yuzu’s practice at 7 am (thank God I met some friends, like Petra and Astrid, so that I could talk a bit and I didn’t have to queue by myself, alone and anxious), then there was a collective scream when Ghislain made his appearance in the arena (he’s here! He’s here! FINALLY!!), then… well, then there was Yuzu’s practice, and watching Yuzu live is always an unique experience, no matter what he’s doing: it’s like when you’re a child and for the first time you see something unknown which surprises and bewitches you – Peter Pan is on stage and Tink is going to die, unless you clap your hands and shout: “ I do believe in fairies!”, full of emotions and on the brim of tears… After the practice I went home, walked my dogs, worked a bit: everything just to keep anxiety at bay. Now I should be tired, and probably I am; but I’m too nervous, and I have too much adrenaline running in my blood, to feel tired. I just want to see Yuzu skate. I just want to see Yuzu happy with his performance. I just want to see Yuzu win? Of course: because I want him to be happy, and I know how important for his happiness it is to win; because he’s the best skater in the whole world, and I’d like him to be acknowledged as the king he is. But CAN he win? I’m afraid not. I’m afraid that he can win only if Nathan falls, more than one time and quite hard: not just with his hands or his knee on the ice, but with his whole body… is that what I want? Do I really want Nathan to fail so badly? I wish I could instantly say: no, of course I don’t want it. But I must confess that I can’t, and I hate this unfair scoring system for this reason too: because it awakens the darkest part of me, and pulls out of me my worst feelings and thoughts. I’ve seen so many figure skating competitions, and I’ve always hoped that all the skaters could skate clean – may the best win! Since the 2018-2019 skating season, though, as the new scoring system showed more and more its limits and its unfairness, I found out how hard it is for me to go beyond my own limits, to be fair and good. So, while I’m waiting for the skaters to make their appearance in the arena, I try to think “May the best win”, but I’m not convinced. Nathan, I’m sorry, but could you please fall? Not too hard, okay, but could you undoubtedly, unquestionably fall? Or at least make several obvious mistakes, so that the so-called judges can see who’s the real king of figure skating? Oh, God, I hate myself. I have no time to blame myself, though: the music signalling the beginning of the competition suddenly resounds in the whole arena, louder than ever, and the lights go down. While the speaker is announcing what we’re about to see, there’s a collective start: the skaters are gathered just outside the rink. In the dim light I can’t tell who’s who, I just see some distant heads, but I recognise Yuzu immediately. I can’t see his features very well, but I could recognise him even if he was amongst a thousand people in the dark.  The simple way he stands is so peculiar. So elegant. And when he enters the rink for the warm-up and bows to the audience, he looks so noble and proud: he’s aware that all eyes are on him, all hearts are with him. Is this awareness giving him strength? Or is it a burden? In a moment like this, when there’s so much at stake for him, I would like – I would need – how I should behave to help him as much as possible. Screaming his name until I lose my voice? Clapping my hands politely and nothing more? If only I could know the answer; if only I could be of use for you, Yuzu… …and the warm-up is over. Already? Yes, already. And I cannot watch the first four skaters, not really, because I’m waiting for Yuzu, and skater after skater my heart beats faster and my hands get sweaty and cold. I’m so full of fear, and anticipation, and love. May the best win: may Yuzu win. And there he is. So handsome that watching him I feel my eyes burn like when I try and look at the sun. May Yuzu win. So dear to my heart that I want to see him but somehow I can’t stand seeing him, so I put a hand on my eyes and watch him through my fingers, just like a child watching a scary movie. May Yuzu win… 4Lo: perfect. 4Lz: perfect as well. 3Lz: perfect again. 4S: per-fect… I’m watching the competition live so I can’t see how the judges are scoring each element of Yuzu’s skate, and I don’t know whether it’s a blessing or a curse; anyway, so far he’s been outstanding, the judges have to give him very high GOE… 4T+euler+3F. Step out, maybe the 3F was a bit under rotated? Come on, Yuzu. 4T+…2T. He’s tired. But the quad was fantastic. Come on, Yuzu, you can do it, only the sequence 3A+3A is missing… alright, here comes his trademark, the counter back, and then… single Axel. Okay Yuzu, it’s okay, just go on, go on! Last spin. Final pose – and Yuzu can’t take it anymore, he’s so tired that the final pose lasts for less than one second, then he puts his arms and forehead on the ice, gasping for air. This is not an asthma attack, right? For a moment, I gasp for air too. Then Yuzu stands up, and bows to the audience, and I go wild like everyone else here, I scream, I cry, I throw my Winnie the Pooh on the ice, I clap my hand, I lose any awareness of myself – lost as I am in Yuzu, burning with pride and emotion. Yuzu, you made it. Five, five perfect quads, and one was that fated 4Lz. Okay, your skate wasn’t completely clean, but it was so special, and so much more than a simple “skate”: it was so full of humanity, and struggle, and glory. It wasn’t just a performance: it was a tale, and how beautifully you told it. How unforgettably.

Yuzu and Ghislain sit in the Kiss&Cry forever. Considering that picking up all the Poohs took a long while, it’s clear that the judges are having trouble with Yuzu’s score. Why? Why? The first answer coming to my mind flows directly out of the worst part of me: because they are probably looking for elements they can underscore. Oh no, please, no… “The score, please,” the speaker says. And here it is. 194 points. Technical score, 100.36; PCS, 93.64. This is not a score. This is a joke, and I can’t stand it anymore. Because I know, I simply know that Nathan will not only win, but he will set a new world record, and I wouldn’t be surprised if the judges give him higher PCS than Yuzu’s. I’m sorry, usually I’m not so mean; right now, though, I just can’t sit here, be polite and show any kind of sportsmanship. Those so-called judges have just humiliated the most amazing person in the whole world, and I can’t stay here and watch them play their foul game anymore. So I stand up and run out, and to hell this competition and its rules and everything. As soon as I’m in the hallway, I meet other people: some Asian women who don’t want to talk, and two girls from Los Angeles. They’re even angrier than me, and for the three of us it’s a bit soothing to share our indignation and to spit out all the rage we are feeling. If only our rage could be useful, somehow… it isn’t, though: in a few minutes we get to know that, of course, Nathan won, and that, of course, he set a new world record. So I was right, and I couldn’t be less proud of my foresight. Waiting for the victory ceremony is hard. As my friend Jacqueline and I queue at a café, rage gets less and less burning, turning into a heavy burden of bitterness. Will there ever be a way out of this shameful situation? A squad of incompetent (corrupted? Hopefully not) judges, an International Union doing nothing to promote fair competing and judging, and Yuzuru paying the biggest price. The whole queue, the whole Palavela is talking about it, but what for? We can’t change anything. We can only go back to our seats and cheer for Yuzu, make him feel how much we are proud of what he has achieved today – because that’s the truth: no matter how much the judges underscore him, no matter how many times they make him lose a competition, he’s the greatest skater of all time. It’s his technique that coaches refer to when they need to teach their skaters how to do a perfect jump/spin/transition; it’s him the one who always tries new combinations, new moves; it’s him who forced the ISU to change the rules in order to keep up with his greatness; it’s him who yesterday – just yesterday! – showed us that the 4A is possible. Only. Him. Time for the victory ceremony. And what a weird ceremony is this one. Not a single clap for any representative of any skating association, from ISU to the Italian Federation. People clap their hands for Kevin and Nathan, that’s it. For Yuzu, instead… for Yuzu, there’s an acclamation. This is not only a tribute to what he did here: this is a declaration of love and, at the same time, a battle cry. Yes, Yuzu, we love you, and we stand by you, and we will fight as much as we can to make those “experts” - those idiots who presume they have the right to judge you and humiliate you – acknowledge your magnificence. Our battle cry is so loud and never ending that Yuzu himself is astonished, overwhelmed, and points to Nathan as if he was saying “Thank you, but look, he’s the winner”. You are right, Yuzu: Nathan is the winner, yes.  In our hearts, though, you won  so much more than a competition. You came here, you fought your limits and fears (the 4A, the 4Lz, 5 quads plus transitions plus skating skill plus musicality plus grace), and you prevailed. You’re not only a king: you are a warrior king. The arena is full of signs with the writing “Unfair judgment”. For the first time at a competition, I hear boos from the audience. Okay, Yuzu. Let the battle start.

THE YUZU CHRONICLES IN TURIN – DAY FIVE: NOTTE STELLATA

It’s 9.30 a.m. and the Pellerina looks peaceful and welcoming. It’s a big park in western Turin, and I came here with my dogs to find some rest. After four days of Grand Prix – four days of Yuzu – I feel like a kaleidoscope: full of whirling colours, hypnotic spirals, and surprising patterns. It’s amazing, but it’s exhausting too. There are three ponds here, a big river and so many trees, and birds. I think you’d like the Pellerina, Yuzu; maybe you’d like all of my town. Its numerous parks, the long tree-lined avenues, the creamy colour of its buildings from the XVIIth and XVIIIth century. I would have loved to be your guide, allowing you to take a break from the mad, unfair competition that this GPF has been. I can’t even start to imagine how much tired you are, and it would have been nice to take you out – it would have been magic to see you here, walking under the trees, looking at the ducks in the ponds, smiling while my dogs play and run freely… but you prefer to stay at the Palavela, don’t you? Walking around the rink where Plushenko won in 2006, looking at the Olympic rings on the wall, chatting with your fellow skaters. Are you rehearsing for the gala? I hope you’re having fun. I check my watch: 10.15; it’s time to go. The gala will begin at 2 p.m., but I want to get to the arena at about 12 and spend some quality time with my friends. Actually, surviving the rollercoaster of this GPF would have been much harder, without all the lovely fanyus around me. Yesterday, after the medal ceremony, some members of our fan group met at the Edea stand inside the Palavela; it was so crowded and narrow and noisy, but ranting all together about the judges, praising Yuzu and taking pictures were exactly the things I needed to forget my sadness for a while, to turn my anger into good energy. Then Jacqueline and I went to Eataly, a famous restaurant and supermarket, and drank our bitterness away, turning quickly from being fans to being friends (and a bit drunk). Then… Eleonora, Petra, Linda, Shuko, Rory, Mara, Astrid, Barbara, and many others with whom I talked so much, inside and outside the Palavela, and stuck together through hope and rage, pain and love. Paolo, my faithful travelling (on many subway trains) companion. Lys and Carolina, who spent countless hours talking and crying and hugging and laughing and cursing with me. All the unknown fanyus in the audience, when we melted into one body with thousands of voices to scream out loud our love for Yuzu. It was a treat, and an honour, to meet so many beautiful people, and I know that as soon as the gala is over – as soon as I say good-bye to them all – I will feel empty, somehow, and alone. I drive back home, feed my dogs, then I’m ready to go to the Palavela for the last time… for the last time? I can’t quite believe it: from tomorrow on, I won’t see Yuzu every day. This week has been tough, but so intense: the thrill of the competition, for sure, but most of all the spell that Yuzu put on anyone watching him. His commitment, the 4A, his beauty, the stunning comeback of the 4Lz… I’m bewitched. And I’m pampered too, now that I’m (almost) used to see him so often: me wants Yuzu every day! The queue is endless as usual – I wait for my turn, apologizing silently to all the people here for how very badly this event was organised – but finally I’m able to get in.  With other fanyus, I wonder which exhibition program Yuzu is going to skate: Haru Yo Koi? Yes, Yuzu must be so tired, he will rather skate something not too physically straining. Masquerade? Well, many of us would love to see it live… some time before the gala, though, we find out that he’s going to skate Notte Stellata. Oh yes, it makes sense: he’s in Italy, in an Olympic venue, of course he has chosen the Italian song he skated to in Pyeongchang. Now that I think of it, it’s always like that with Yuzu: we always try to guess what kind of music/program he will choose for the new season/an exhibition and he always surprises us, even though his choices are perfectly sensible. And I must confess that any choice would be great for me: I’m quite sure I could watch Yuzu doing cross-overs for half an hour and I wouldn’t get bored. Notte Stellata… I never saw it live. Will it be an experience as strong as it was seeing Haru Yo Koi in Helsinki? Yes, it is. So much that, after seeing it, I will forget all the other performances. So much that, while seeing it, I cry. Usually I’m not the crying kind, but watching Yuzu float like a swan on a frozen lake brings tears to my eyes. Yesterday, after the free skate, a friend of mine wrote me this message: “Each movement seems to take him beyond the limits of his human body and to emanate grace and elegance, filling your eyes and lingering in the air even as he glides into a new step”. I also think of what the Olympic commentator said about this program: “With one delayed single Axel and one triple Axel, Yuzuru Hanyu, double gold medallist, just gave a masterclass on what figure skating actually is”. Yes, that’s what figure skating actually is. Going beyond one’s physical limits on a quest for grace, elegance, and beauty. Giving goose-bumps and tears to each and every witness of this travel from what’s known to the unknown, from sport to art. What figure skating actually is, is Yuzuru Hanyu. His last spin goes on and on, even if there’s not music anymore, just like Yuzu will go on and on: in our memory, in our heart, in the history as well as in the future of this sport. And while I scream at the top of my lungs, and clap my shaking hands, I thank Yuzu: for these five days in Turin. For how alive and privileged I’ve felt. For showing me that there can be greatness even in defeat. Ganbatte for Japan Championships and for the rest of your skating season, Yuzu, but don’t worry: somehow, you are always, always, the winner.

--written by Alessandra Montrucchio (in Yuzuru Hanyu International Fan Group on FB), re-posted here with her permission. Pics belong to original owners.

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Brief Review: Offret (1986)

Rated the film 4 stars out of 5. The visual poetry on display by director/writer Andrei Tarkovsky and cinematographer Sven Nykvist is endlessly beautiful, whether in the climactic finale for which the film is arguably most famous, the incidentally longer long take that opens the film that’s far more subdued, or all the amazing camerawork in between. Some intriguing themes about life/death and connection continually present themselves directly and symbolically throughout the lengthy runtime (2h29mins), but it’s that cinematography along with the impressive execution of that final scene that remain most memorable. To win the Cannes Film Festival Grand Prix as well as be considered one of the best films of the 1980s is understandable for the visuals enhanced by the use of mirrors and contrasts of lights. There are perhaps times where the plot meanders for a bit too long and Tarkovsky’s choice of nudity for certain characters seems more exploitative than artistically relevant, yet the film far surpasses expectations in terms of visuals, despite the hype this viewer had leading into the film. As with other Tarkovsky works, the story execution can be somewhat challenging, but with Oscar-winning Nykvist behind the camera, the shots wonderfully burn themselves into the memory. https://www.imdb.com/title/tt0091670/

[overthegravityfalls]

Sooo, I was looking through my old fic ideas and I thought I might as well post this since I’ll probably never write it. I mean, there’s a chance I might. But long-form writing is my kryptonite, haha, it’s really hard for me to stay invested in one thing for so long. If anyone wants to take inspiration from it, that’s okay with me!

(But, jesus christ, Loomy, you wrote 1400 words of just the ideas?)

Anyway, it’s not 100% coherent as a linear plan, more like a jumble of scenes and ideas, so I hope that’s okay! Enjoy! <3

Pinescone figure skating/YOI AU

Wirt (23) and Dipper (20) are good skaters, but not the best in the world. Wirt is especially good at scoring high on PCS, and he deeply invests in the stories he's telling. He'll choreograph parts of his routines, choose the music, maybe even ask someone (family member?) to compose pieces for him. But, he gets anxious and loses out on technical points. His routines always start out bad, when the pressure of thousands of eyes staring at him feel like pinpricks on his skin. He can fall during his jumps often, but he loves doing step sequences and is very flexible. Dipper, on the other hand, is very technically skilled. He can land jumps with ease, quads included, and during his routine, he'll calculate what scores he might get, doing the maths in his head. Afterwards in practises he'll write them down in a notebook to get an idea of how he can improve. But he rarely thinks hard about the components of his programs, only how to technically perfect them, and doesn't care too much about story or themes.

Wirt comes fifth and fourth in his GP series cups, and misses out on the final. Langtree, his coach, gets in touch with him later and says that she is taking time off from coaching because of personal reasons. Wirt would have been happy to leave it there, but she tells him, in painstaking detail, about her fiancé and how heartbroken she is about his disappearance. (Maybe later he calls her and finds out she's teaching kids to skate instead.) Wirt starts looking into who else he can work with. After some research and networking, he decides that Stanford Pines, once a highly skilled figure skater himself, would be the best choice to try and improve his skating. He already has one skater under his wing--a certain Dipper Pines. Huh. He was coaching his own grand-nephew. Wirt thinks he might have skated against Dipper once, in the Grand Prix series, but doesn't really know much about him. Still, he's willing to work alongside the guy, and moves out to Oregon to start training.

Dipper has been missing out on the final too, and Stanford tells him that he'd probably be better off finding someone else to choreograph his routines, but Dipper insists that he doesn't want anyone else to as much as he does Ford.

When Wirt first sees Dipper skating, he's surprised to see him in shorts. Falling onto the ice with all that bare skin would be uncomfortable. But as he stays and watches, Dipper, doing a range of jumps, lands every single one. He didn't have a need to worry about what skin on ice felt like, apparently. That was...kinda intimidating.

Wirt works with Sara, a ballet instructor, often. They’ve been friends since they were teenagers, and Wirt skated a routine for her (with accompanying poetry) when he had a crush on her. He also likes talking with Greg about how his music sounds, and Dipper is surprised he can talk about it in that much depth with a 15-year-old. Wirt says they come from a very musical family.

Wirt started skating because he remembers his dad took him to a small local rink every year around Christmas. He started skating regularly when his dad stopped seeing him, as a way to remind himself of his old family instead of his new one, a kind of spite thing (though Phil (step-dad) was always supportive of it regardless). Dipper thinks his dad died at first, but Wirt says no, just moved far away. He has his own family now, just like Wirt does. They see each other sometimes for Thanksgiving or Christmas, and they call occasionally, but...mostly his dad keeps to his other kids, and Wirt keeps to his new family, too. He stopped skating for his dad and started doing it for himself when he was a teenager.

When Wirt was younger, he’d always do exactly what his coach said. Changed upon meeting Beatrice in the junior league, she suggested he do a different jump in a routine, caught between what Beatrice and his coach suggested, he did what he would have preferred—Beatrice’s suggestion. Also ties into the falling into a lake incident. ((I have no idea what I meant when I wrote this.))

Definitely going to be a whole "woah he looks hot" moment after one of them finished a routine and is all sweaty and panting.

Lorna is a British female figure skater that Wirt is close too. Beatrice is too. They go to the same Grand Prix series at one point and Wirt runs over to Beatrice and greets her with a hug, then she's all like "geez Wirt stop being so desperate" and they sass each other. It shows a side of Wirt that Dipper hasn't seen much.

Dipper will always be best friends with Mabel, and she comes along to all of his competitions to cheer him on, and designs his costumes. They're always super affectionate and playful around each other. Mabel greets Dipper with a big wet kiss on his cheek at one point, and Dip admonishes her for being gross, and Mabel says she wants to see Dipper get stuck to the ice.

Wirt is calling with Greg at one point while he's changing, he has it on speaker phone and Dipper walks in, introduces himself over the phone. Greg replies with “Oh, you’re the guy Wirt’s been talking about so much!” and Wirt hisses out “Greg!” in a warning tone.

Keep the surprise on-the-ice first kiss, maybe also the airport scene at some point. Wirt’s voice breaks when he tries to say “this was the only thing I could think of to surprise you more than you’ve surprised me”

Wirt jokes that Stanford is totally going to play favourites and would want Dipper to win more than he does Wirt. (…Secretly actually anxious about it?)

They help each other become better by learning from the other’s strengths and competing between themselves. When Wirt asks about how Dipper comes up with themes, etc, he says he just kind of goes for whatever might fit with his routine.

Bill is an asshole stray cat who lets himself into Dipper’s apartment and steals food no matter how much he tries to cat-proof it. He scratches and bites and Dipper had to go get rabies shots for it—“he is literally a demon". Dipper’s upset that he happens to be there the first time Wirt comes back to his apartment. Wirt says “A cat named Bill? Really?” and Dipper responds “What’s your point, man-named-Wirt?” “…Touché.”

Dipper had a dream once that Bill was an Illuminati triangle guy

Skating routines based on original shows? Original show music? Or YOI routines/music?

Maybe one routine could be--a story of two brothers getting lost, one failing to look after the other, until something bad happens and the brother comes rushing to help. Music: Into the Unknown instrumental?

Another--about a girl who defies her father to do what's best for their family, almost gets into trouble, until her father tries to save her and ends up disappearing. Music: One Is A Bird?

Theme: family

Dipper: A girl? Why a girl?

Wirt: That's just...the character I see in my head, really. It just fits somehow, you know?

Dipper: And you're playing that character?

Wirt: Well, yeah. Do you think I shouldn't?

Dipper: No, no, it's just... (I wish I could be that comfortable with doing something like that.)

Wirt gets a skirt on his costume, maybe some effeminate makeup done. "Oh my god he looks so beautiful." - Dipper

Dipper invites Wirt to have lunch together at some point, and Wirt says “Sorry, I can’t.” Dipper looks disappointed. “I-I mean, it’s not because I don’t want to—I have, ah, I have a counselling session today."

In the Grand Prix series, they have their first competition together (France?) and the second apart, maybe Skate America for Wirt and somewhere else for Dipper. The first kiss happens in France, the airport scene happens after they're separated for their other matches.

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Russian Nats: The Aftermath

Ho Ho Ho and Happy New Year to everyone reading this! I’m back with a (very) late recap of one of the most important national competitions and possibly that one competition where the judging panel either gets batshit crazy or they are, in fact, Santa’s reindeer in disguise and they give free PCS candy to everyone.

Because although the Russians celebrate Christmas on January 7, the Christmas tree is already lit and the atmosphere is festive. Why wouldn’t it be since Mrs Santa herself is there supporting the children with her... well... shouting, hitting the microphone, tears and so on. 

After making the Grand Prix Final in some way, Ekaterina Bobrova and Dmitri Soloviev continued to dominate at Nationals winning their event by a comfortable margin. In the men’s event Maxim Kovtun’s trolling wasn’t on his side; he eventually came back in the FS and made Mrs Santa cry but Mikhail Kolyada ended up taking the crown. In the ladies event Evgenia Medvedeva felt comfortable enough to throw #yolo 3-3-3 combination even though she knew her third triple would be invalidated while in pairs Ksenia Stolbova showed who’s the boss (and their butler) while Yuko Kavaguti and Alexander Smirnov ended their season here. DETAILS UNDER THE CUT! 

I’m mostly gonna talk about the ladies because the level of holy shitness in this event overshadows all the others. 

Former World Champion (can you believe that) Elizaveta Tuktamysheva still can’t seem to find her mojo. Not only that, but her mojo has been MIA for so long, she didn’t finish anywhere near the podium (she was 8th). Two seasons ago Liza was winning every single competition (except Skate America and Russian Nationals) with a pair of muumuus and a pair of programs that fit her like a glove. Some kind of cabaret Bolero as her SP - that inevitably made me imagine just how it would look next to a live orchestra led by an old white haired conductor - and some kind of strip club Scheherazade (without actual stripping going on in her FS) which required joint wiggling, a sport she might just be better at than figure skating. This season she came up with a Mozart remix so tacky it would probably make the creators of Moulin Rouge! jealous except she decided to switch back to last season’s SP at Nats. And uh, a bat program? Bat queen of caverns? That would explain the falls... since there are, like, hollows in there. ANYWAY Liza is at this point in her career where she became famous with an Ice Ice Baby hit a few years ago and there’s nobody left to write another hit for her. 

Former World Bronze Medalist Elena Radionova (also known as Kate Winslet) brought an interesting SP which she’s able to sell the crap out of BUT somebody had to skate to Turandot this season. SOMEBODY had to do it, okay. She became a top skater right at the same time Liza had her breakout season, except she remained relevant for another season... and a half. Because this season also ends here for her. Her body hasn’t been nice to her at all, she became much taller while her jumps became much smaller but the determination and grit never changed and no matter the quality of her jumps (or lack thereof), she managed to pull through. She made it to the GPF but in a field this deep there’s only so far she can go with her current technique. And when her technique gets worse, you notice several flaws that have been there since the beginning: the posture, the so-so skating skills. 

Current World Bronze Medalist Anna Pogorilaya has pogoturned this season around and taken 180 degrees turn from pogosplats on pogosticks to pogonsistency, pogoconfidence all the while giving pogoboners to everyone. Her Por Una Cabeza SP gives her the opportunity to show her new acquired #sass and although she seems to be wearing a dead animal on her shoulder and the music breaks into a (unnecessary) remix, you just can’t take your eyes off her. She is blessed with a lot of beauty. Blue eyes, full lips, long limbs - truly blessed. The only critique I’d have is her telegraphing her jumps in the FS (so much that she often ends her program after the music), lack of finesse like she isn’t finishing her movements and she’s also very focused to get the job done which makes her performance fall flat in the FS. Other than that, she did get the job done, she had a magnificent Grand Prix season but politics the judges pushed her off the podium either due to not being impressed or due to having Maria Sotskova’s carrots up their butts. 

Speaking of Maria Sotskova... uhm. Well the judges clearly like her! I mean she made the GPF... and her cheer thread on FSU is called “poetry on ice” while I struggle to recall her programs so she must be good. From a powerful club I hear. That would make some sense. She’s a nice kid but it’s like she got her 5 minutes of fame here and will be a filler until Alina Zagitova and Polina Tsurskaya turn seniors... I mean this is her first senior season and yeah she can improve but for now she’s kind of average. And plain. 

And now we’re left with the girls from Eteri’s factory who are basically running the world now and at the Olympics most likely. Eteri’s newest invention is called Alina Zagitova, a 14 year old prodigy who milks the system better than her senior Medvedeva: she doesn’t raise one arm but two, she doesn’t split her jumps into first half and second half, she just skates through the first half and jumps the crap out of the second half, gets all those bonus points and ends up with a higher TES than Medvedeva. But she’s wearing one of Medvedeva’s old costumes. So she’s like. Medvedeva 2.0? Like the Windows 10 to Windows 8? The Snow Leopard 10.6.8 to the Snow Leopard 10.6.x I don’t know I don’t even use Mac but you get the gist. 

And finally the OBVIOUS winner and reigning World Champion Evgenia Medvedeva. I really admire this girl you know? No bullshit. I’m kinda envious. She brings a couple of “what the fuck is going on” programs, she gets her picture taken and she says спасибо, is able to express the horrific consequences of terrorism like “she’s only 16 and her expression is SO mature she is the best skater ever” lalala. No matter how much bitching there will be regarding her programs, her choreographer (also inventor, visionary, arteest) Ilia Averbukh knows how to milk the system as well as Eteri. Evgenia is SO self-confident she goes “well what the fuck I know I’m gonna win I might as well throw a 3-3-3 in the second half of the program just to troll my coach lolz”. I wonder if she was thinking what present to buy for Yuzuru in the middle of her tano jumps? Girl is not afraid to go after the gold. Or her crush for that matter. By the way, the third triple of the 3-3-3 was underrotated, So 0-1 for Eteri. 

And this is a rare picture of choreo genius Ilia Averbukh

AS FOR THE REST OF THE COMPETITION I’M GONNA PUT IT SHORTLY 

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GLAS Festival 2018 The Burden’ Wins Grand Prix & FXX Grant The 2018 GLAS Animation Festival has come and gone in Berkeley, CA, offering an eclectic and inspiring lineup of films, talks and special guests. With the festival winners announced, Niki Lindroth von Bahr’s darkly comic stop-motion musical The Burden has added to its trophy shelf with the GLAS Grand Prix, as well as the FXX Elevation Award presented by FX Networks — a $25,000 grant to develop an original animated project with FXX. In addition to the award winners, festival organizers have also announced the start of the GLAS Animation Grant, a new program to support independent animators making short films in the US. In the first year, two grants of $2,500 each will be awarded to individual filmmakers, made possible by an anonymous donor with additional support from Screen Novelties. Full eligibility information and applications will be available at www.glasanimation.com starting May 1. The 2018 festival Competition Jury included Jonathan Hodgson, Boris Labbé and Ruth Lingford; the US Competition Jury included Reca Busci, Simon Wilches Castro and Michael Frei; and the Children’s Competition Jury included Rachel Sale, Erick Oh and Sophie Koko Gate. The winners are: GRAND PRIX The Burden by Niki Lindroth Von Bahr This film evokes strong and complex emotions. It is both absurd and profound, both humorous and tragic. The extraordinary music and strong cinematography contribute to an intensely powerful film. NEW TALENT Ugly by Nikita Diakur This film’s innovative technique injects poetry into the software, where real-world physics combine with unsettling puppet-like movement to create a vision of beauty and humanity into a disturbingly fragmented world. HIGH RISK Who’s the Daddy by Wong Ping This film offered a fistful of challenges and made us very uncomfortable in interesting ways. The dark humor and engaging design helped us to endure the experience. Special Mention from Jonathan Hodgson: “For its strong and atmospheric sense of place, its subtle and understated character animation and its powerful and accurate depiction of the dynamics of bullying as seen from the perspective of the victim, we award a Special Mention to: Clemence’s Afternoon by Lenaig Le Moigne.” Special Mention from Boris Labbé: “For its original use of cinema as personal memory and collective experience, a film that plays with three different times: an early photograph, a young child with his family and a film noir. We award a Special Mention to: A Photo of Me by Dennis Tupicoff.” Special Mention from Ruth Lingford: “This surprising and playful film mixes sensuality and humor in the story of a woman’s thwarted quest for pleasure. The animator’s freedom from shame liberates the audience. We award a Special Mention to: Pussy by Renata Gasiorowska.” FXX ELEVATION AWARD The Burden by Niki Lindroth Von Bahr Niki Lindroth van Bahr’s The Burden is truly representative of excellence in animated storytelling. Niki has crafted a world with exquisite attention to detail that enhances a dark mood while shining a spotlight on unforgettable characters. The musical balances comedic lyrics, smart themes and a distinct point of view on the mundane spectacle of our lives. FX is excited to invest in this visionary artist for her next project. BEST U.S. FILM Strange Fish by Steven Subotnik Catching fish is hard, Steven did it, he gets an award. U.S. Competition Special Mention: △▽ by Connor Griffith We wish this film had a longer extension because it didn’t it gets an honorable mention. BEST FILM FOR CHILDREN Hedgehog’s Home by Eva Cvjianovic In children’s animation, we tend to see a lot of clean, shiny depictions of nature. This film breaks the mould. It courageously focuses on some challenging themes without compromising on magic and charm. Children’s Competition Special Mention: Birdlime by Evan DeRushie We really enjoyed the unexpected development of the story which gradually unfolds with the full attention of the audience. We loved the sensitive portrayal of friendship and the minimal approach to defining a sense of place and time. Also, probably the most beautiful human hands we’ve ever seen on screen.

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The Original Vanwall British Grand Prix Winning Car Returns To Sefton

THIS YEAR MARKS THE 60TH ANNIVERSARY of the famous win by Sir Stirling Moss and Tony Brooks at the British Grand Prix at Aintree, which also had the prestige of being the Grand Prix D’Europe for 1957. The Vanwall Grand Prix car made motor racing history and was the last hurrah of the soon-to-be obsolete front engine Grand Prix cars as it scooped the first ever constructor’s World Championship. A special celebration event is being held at The Atkinson, Southport’s beautiful home for music, theatre, art, poetry, literature and history, right in the middle of Lord Street in Southport, on Thursday 13 July to celebrate Sefton’s sporting heritage and to fundraise for The Atkinson Development Trust, which works with the collection to help families, schools and the community access the arts. With its new ‘teardrop’ design and guest driver Stirling Moss (pictured below in the Vanwall) aka ‘The Boy’ as he was affectionately known, the Vanwall drove to victory at a time when the red of Italy dominated Formula 1 racing. What started out as a hobby of the hypercompetitive millionaire, British Industrialist, Mr Anthony Vandervell developed into a life’s obsession. As an early backer of the BRM V16 Grand Prix Car he quit and embarked on his own team so he could have sole control. The name Vanwall was an amalgamation of Vandervell and Thinwall [Thinwall Bearings were Vandervell’s Company’s best known product]. The first Vanwall Special was built for the new Formula 1 regulations for 1954. The Vanwall engine consisted of four 500 cc Norton engines combined into one 2-litre unit. The engine was designed by Norton engineer Leo Kuzmicki. Vandervell was able to use Norton engines and expertise due to the fact that his father was Chairman of Norton! At the end of 1955, Vandervell commissioned a young aircraft engineer, Frank Costin, to design a new sleek, aerodynamic body shape for the Vanwall and Colin Chapman (Lotus) to design the chassis. This resulted in an immediate success as Stirling Moss won the 1956 International Trophy at Silverstone in May. 150,000 people are estimated to have been spectators at Aintree in 1957 as the now three-car Vanwall team took on the power of Lancia-Ferrari and Maserati. After Moss qualified on pole, on lap 27 he had car failure and with Brooks still bandaged from his crash at Le Mans, he brought in his sister car and handed over to Moss – who re-joined the race and won at our home Grand Prix for an unprecedented win!

This was the first World Championship win for a British car and Moss and Brooks were the first British drivers to win the British Grand Prix in a British Car. The Vanwall’s history may have been short-lived but it had paved the way for other British constructors to challenge and beat the best of the continental powers. The Vanwall historic motor racing car will take pride of place in The Atkinson foyer for 2 weeks from 7-17 July thanks for the generosity of our sponsors AJEstate Agents, Fletchers Solicitors and Stubbs Parkin Chartered Accountants. They have made it possible to have the Vanwall in Sefton for this time and during the British Grand Prix Weekend, which will make it extra special for motoring fans. Emma Anderson, Director The Atkinson said: “We would like to say a huge thankyou to the Donington Museum for lending us the Vanwall and to Peter Cowley and John Searle who have worked so hard with us to make this piece of history come to life.” __________ from p. 4 of issue June 2017 Subscribe now - www.classicmotor.co.uk

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Bucket List

1. Adopt puppies

2. See the Northern Lights in Alaska

3. Go skiing in the Alps

4. Become a doctor

5. Take that super basic picture in front of the Leaning Tower of Pisa. You know the one I’m talking about where the person leans, too.

6. Hiking with my best friends

7. Accumulate 1,000+ books

8. Serve in the military for the tuition assistance and new experiences so I can continue earning advanced degree after advanced degree

9. Trek to the ancient Inca ruins of Machu Picchu

10. Participate in the Color Run

11. Buy my own house

12. Drive my car up the coast of California along PCH

13. Live by the beach

14. Go camping and sleep in a tent

15. Jump out of an airplane

16. Be a Maid of Honor

17. Pay off all debt

18. Try Crossfit

19. Marvel at the natural wonder that is the Grand Canyon

20. See the pyramids of Egypt

21. Walk the Siq in Petra, Jordan

22. Swim the beautiful Mediterranean on a trip to Greece.

23. Skydive in Dubai

24. Party in Germany for Oktoberfest

25. New Orleans for Mardi Gras

26. Have a sleepover where we spend all day marathoning the Harry Potter movies!

27. Buy Japanese stationery items in Japan

28. Walk the Great Wall of China

29. Honeymoon (or personal trip) to Costa Rica

30. Tour the Taj Mahal

31. See fireflies in Virginia

32. Earn a Master’s degree as well as a doctorate.

33. Study abroad in Seville, Spain

34. Have emotionally fulfilling, intimate, awesome sex with the love of my life. Someday this will happen.

35. Waking up next to a man who loves me more than I’ve ever been loved before.

36. Learn Portuguese

37. Fall under the spell of Christ the Redeemer in Rio de Janeiro, Brazil

38. Watch the sun set over The Maldives

39. Scuba dive the Great Barrier Reef

40. Watch a meteor shower

41. Read a book on the white sand beaches of Whitehaven, Australia

42. Go horseback riding at Tanque Verde Ranch (it’s in Tucson, so I don’t know why I haven’t been!)

43. Swimming in Bora Bora

44. Get a tattoo

45. New Year’s Eve in Time Square

46. Drive a sports car

47. Float in the Dead Sea

48. Kiss passionately in the rain

49. Attend Mass at St. Peter’s Square in The Vatican

50. Go wine tasting in Napa Valley, California

51. Write a book

52. Take a helicopter ride over the Amazon Rainforest

53. Have a white Christmas at a ski resort, possibly in Colorado?

54. Road trip from California to New York, sleeping in the car and living out of our suitcases.

55. Sleep under the stars. Tucson has beautiful night skies full of stars!

56. Host Friendsgiving

57. Go rock climbing

58. Live such an inspiring life that I get to speak at TED

59. White water rafting in the Colorado River

60. Pray at Notre Dame Cathedral in Paris

61. Ride a gondola in Venice

62. Host an exchange student

63. Climb the Half Dome at Yosemite

64. Wish my mom a happy birthday on the radio

65. Buy my mom the nicest house she’s ever had

66. Attend a show on Broadway

67. Photograph penguins in Antarctica

68. Go skinny dipping in Samurai Beach, Australia

69. Meet a Navy SEAL

70. Climb the Himalayas

71. Get drunk at a summer music festival

72. Visit every Disney park in the world!

73. Enjoy some authentic Chicago style pizza in Chicago

74. Go to Hogwarts at Universal Studios

75. Meet the President of the United States (not the sitting President…)

76. Walk the lavender fields in Provence, France

77. Shop the Grand Bazaar in Istanbul

78. Visit the Louvre

79. Go on a blind date

80. Ask out a man who seems out of my league

81. Perform life saving surgical procedures.

82. Sell stuff on Amazon. No joke…I have never done this.

83. Stay in a hostel

84. Rooftop yoga

85. Bunjee jump the Verzasca Dam in Switzerland

86. Support a local coffee shop in every city I go to.

87. Running with the Bulls in Spain

88. Visit every state in the US

89. Enter a cooking competition

90. Grow my own vegetables

91. Go on a picnic date

92. Shower underneath Niagara Falls

93. Bathe in the Blue Lagoon in Iceland

94. Celebrate my birthday in Paris with my best friends, seeing the city at night from the top of the Eiffel Tower

95. Have a boyfriend on Valentine’s Day

96. Become a mentor

97. Become a godparent

98. Have a 4.0 academic year. Straight A’s both semester!

99. Go on safari in Hluhluwe and Imfolozi National Park, South Africa

100. Sip coffee or wine in a bathtub that overlooks the New York skyline

101. Hike to the Hollywood sign

102. Take a picture in front of all the street art in LA

103. Volunteer for a humanitarian mission

104. Mud wrestle

105. Read every Shakespeare work

106. Attend a charity or military ball

107. Write my will

108. Ride the London Eye

109. Bake cookies from scratch

110. Snorkel in the Galápagos Islands

111. Stay a night at the Ice Hotel in Sweden

112. Spring Break in the Florida Keys

113. Write a thesis on the influence of language on the brain

114. See the Flower Carpet in Belgium

115. See Taylor Swift in concert

116. Attend the Grand Prix in Monaco

117. Try a Serendipity frozen hot chocolate

118. Try some southern food for the first time

119. Take a warm bubble bath with the man I love

120. Win money on the radio

121. Travel by train

122. Learn how to make at least 5 gourmet dishes

123. Listen to every song on my playlist without skipping

124. Take up Krav Maga again and relearn how to disarm assailants

125. Create a genealogy chart

126. Smoke hookah

127. Go 24 hours without my phone

128. Fast for three days to cleanse my system

129. Make a pilgrimage to Jerusalem

130. Jump in the fountain at Old Main

131. Make a six figure salary

132. Start a college savings account for my future children

133. Stay overnight in a tree house

134. Build an epic sand castle

135. Dine at Subsix, an underwater restaurant 20 feet below the Indian Ocean.

136. Catch a wave surfing in Huntington Beach

137. See a Rodeo

138. Witness a marriage proposal

139. Attend a slam poetry reading

140. Crowd surf at a Taylor Swift concert

141. Making breakfast for the man I love

142. Get a Brazilian wax

143. Be a leader in my field

144. Get promoted!

145. Start a business

146. Own a giant stuffed animal

147. Meet the Pope

148. Teach a class

149. Drink only water for a month

150. Time my two mile runs

151. Take icy cold showers; it toughens people up.

152. Eat Philly cheese steak in Philadelphia

153. Explore the Van Gogh Museum in the Netherlands

154. Watch Olympic swimming in person

155. Win an award or ribbon

156. Go to a drive-in movie.

To be cont