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The Lamborghini Blancpain Super Trofeo lands in three different continents on three historic circuits

 

  • At the Nürburgring the fifth round of the European series
  • The Asian championship stops off at the Fuji Speedway
  • At the COTA in Texas the penultimate round of the US series

 

Sant’Agata Bolognese, September 14, 2016

 

From east to west and vice versa: the Lamborghini Blancpain Super Trofeo is going to face a weekend on three continents. From September 15-18, about 80 Lamborghini Huracán Super Trofeos will be simultaneously engaged in the Europe, Asia and North America series on tracks full of charm such as those of the Nürburgring, Fuji and the Circuit of the Americas (COTA). One common thread will ideally join three different geographic areas under the banner of motorsport and of the one-make series dedicated to the cars of the House of Sant’Agata Bolognese, before the World Finals of Valencia, which will see the three championships in action on that track in early December.

 

 

 

LAMBORGHINI BLANCPAIN SUPER TROFEO EUROPE

 

  • In Germany, challenge between Lind and Postiglione in the PRO
  • Amstutz-Kujala aim at remaining the leaders in the PRO-AM
  • Frank Biela at the start on his home track

 

After Monza, Silverstone, Paul Ricard and Spa (where there was the historical record of 50 cars at the start), the Lamborghini Blancpain Super Trofeo Europe will arrive in the Eifel circuit. In Germany, Dennis Lind is going to start as the leader in the PRO class with the highest number of victories to his credit (five up to now). The young Dane of the team Raton Racing is only nine points ahead of Vito Postiglione, driver of the team Imperiale Racing. In the PRO-AM, after having monopolized the Belgian weekend, the crew of Bonaldi Motorsport, formed by Patrick Kujala and Adrian Amstutz, will try to further extend their lead over the 18-year-old Dutchman Rik Breukers (GDL Racing), currently at -11 points.  Steve Tandy, leader in the AM class with Imperiale Racing, will be absent. At the Nürburgring, the Nigerian of Leipert Motorsport, Nouri Shahin, after scoring his first victory at Spa, will try to give an encore and to cancel that “gap” of just two points separating him from the top of the ranking. In the Lamborghini Cup , there will be a new challenge with Tim Richards (Toro Loco), who is just 4 points ahead of Gerard Van der Horst and six ahead of  William Van Deyzen, who both hit two wins at Spa with the colors of the team Van der Horst Motorsport. Among the illustrious presences, the German Frank Biela,  multiple winner of the 24 Hours of Le Mans and DTM champion, will be at the start with Dörr Motorsport just like at Spa.

 

 

LAMBORGHINI BLANCPAIN SUPER TROFEO NORTH AMERICA

 

  • In Texas, the US series is coming to an end
  • Michimi aims at continuing his trail of victories
  • Challenge between Duerson-Hindman and Gdovic in the PRO-AM

 

At the Circuit of the Americas in Austin, Texas, the Lamborghini Blancpain Super Trofeo North America is going to face the penultimate round before landing in Europe for the race in Valencia, in the same week as the World Finals. With six wins scored in eight races, Shinya Michimi is leading the PRO standings. The “Japanese from Cincinnati” racing for Prestige Performance is 43 points ahead of Emmanuel Anassis in the standings and scored two absolute wins in the most recent double round at the VIR, at the end of August. Another crew of Prestige Performance is leading the PRO-AM standings, with Craig Duerson and Trent Hindman (four class victories and four absolute podiums to their credit), who are just three points ahead of Brandon Gdovic. Ahead of everyone among the AM drivers is the other Canadian, Damon Ockey, who scored four victories in his class and got to the podium in all races. In the Lamborghini Cup, the absolute protagonist will be Ross Chouest, who has always got the top step of the podium so far.

 

LAMBORGHINI BLANCPAIN SUPER TROFEO ASIA

 

  • The series returns to Japan for the second time in 2016
  • Ochiai and Yazid are ready to defend their leading positions
  • Two Japanese drivers are in the first two positions

 

For the fifth consecutive year, the Lamborghini Blancpain Super Trofeo Asia has made stops on a historic circuit like that of Fuji, the same track that in 2015 saw the continental debut of the Lamborghini Huracán Super Trofeo. After Suzuka, the one-make series dedicated to the cars of the House of Sant’Agata Bolognese will return to Japan for the second time this season. On his home track, Toshiyuki Ochiai, with the Malay Afiq Yazid, will aim at maintaining his leading position in the standings over Yasuyuki Uchida and the New Zealander Jono Lester, who are currently in  second.

 

Both races of the Lamborghini Blancpain Super Trofeo Europe at the Nürburgring will be broadcasted live in Italy by Nuvolari TV.
You can watch both the European rounds and those of the  Lamborghini Blancpain Super Trofeo North America at COTA live on the website of  Lamborghini Squadra Corse: http://squadracorse.lamborghini.com/live-streaming. You can watch the races again on the official YouTube channel of Automobili Lamborghini, http://www.youtube.com/lamborghini.

 

 

For all three continental series of the Lamborghini Blancpain Super Trofeo, the sixth and last round of the season will take place at the Ricardo Tormo Circuit in Valencia next December 1-2. During the same weekend, the Spanish track will host the World Finals, in which the best drivers of the three series in Europe, Asia and North Americas will challenge one another to become the 2016 world champions.

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Cela s’est passé dans un magasin Castorama des Yvelines. Non, pas celui de Plaisir. Il n’y a pas de Castorama à Plaisir. Trop facile. C’était dans un truc du genre Velizy. L’horreur commerciale par essence. La date ? Mercredi 31 août 2016. Surpris dans ce qu’il est convenu d’appeler « une fâcheuse posture », alors que « des adolescentes de moins de 15 ans vaquaient à l’autre bout du magasin » – ce qui tend à démontrer qu’à deux jours de la rentrée, les collégiennes de banlieue n’achètent pas que des fournitures scolaires –, le député européen Robert Rochefort, par ailleurs vice-président du Modem, aurait été pris la main dans le sac. Ou plutôt appliqué à se tenir le manche en public. Peuchère, le pov’gars cherchait le rayon marteaux. La suite, en ce qui le concerne, on s’en tape. Viré du Modem, un parti qui a peiné à faire 9% aux dernières présidentielles, suivi de c’est-pas-moi-on-m’a-forcé-on-m’a-frappé-très fort, Rochefort est reparti comme il était venu : la queue entre les jambes. Portait-il des mocassins ? Depuis qu’au centre et à droite, on a renoncé au port du mocassin à glands pour cause de ringardisme gratiné, faut pas chercher plus loin la frustration….

La morale et la chute de l’histoire, c’est le très éruptif Willy Rovelli qui les a assénées sur Europe 1 un matin dans sa rubrique « Faites-le taire ! » :  « Dans cette affaire, on s’est rendu compte que Rochefort portait ni à gauche ni à droite, c’est donc un vrai centriste ! » Tout ceci pour évoquer l’immense potentiel érotique des magasins de bricolage. Une mine insoupçonnée pour ceux dont la vie sexuelle se résume à embrasser quatre fois ses copines le matin au bureau. Pour les autres, c’est un eldorado. Le vocabulaire déjà. Ne dit-on pas qu’on a bricolé ensemble ou qu’on s’est bricolé, c’est tout, rien de plus ? Touche-pipi, quoi. La base, sans boulons, mais avec des vices calculés au fil à plomb.

Sortis de leur contexte, les noms des outils, leur fonction, leurs options, peuvent susciter auprès d’individus imaginatifs des idées sinon lubriques tout du moins lubrifiées. Un intrus s’est glissé dans la liste qui suit. Sauras-tu le retrouver ? Gicleuse à colle blanche. Chignole à percussion. Marteau-pilon. Scie sauteuse. Boudin de porte. Huile de chaîne pour tronçonneuse. Foreuse perforante. Fendeur horizontal avec système de commande à deux mains « vu chez les pros ! »… De quoi perdre la tête non ? D’autant que le jargon et l’argot bouillonnent de mots et d’expressions directement inspirés par le joyeux univers trivial du bricolage et du ménage. La liste est d’ailleurs plus longue qu’un mètre de menuisier repliable. S’achever à la manivelle. En venir aux mains. Se marbrer. Goupillonner. Faire chauffer la colle. On en passe et des meilleures, ma préférée restant « fantaisie sur la tringle ». Un truc à grimper aux rideaux ? Sinon, sur place, le rayon robinet-plomberie est sans doute le plus suggestif. Pas étonnant qu’on y débusque des individus ébranlés par tant de sollicitations – sans doute plus que dans un sex-shop –, incités à se tripoter le mélangeur, s’astiquer le mitigeur ou à se polir le gicleur. Bref, à se pignoler. Le mot serait apparu en 1947 comme dommage collatéral à la fermeture des maisons closes l’année précédente et depuis, est resté dans le Top 15 des manières de désigner la masturbation. C’est joli « pignoler ». Ça nous a un petit côté provençal, le sud, les cigales, le pastis, le pistou. Ça évoque aussi le pignon, la chignole. On en sort pas. Preuve que le bricolage est la fabrique fondatrice et mâtricielle du satyre. « J’ai couru, j’ai couru. J’l’ai jamais rattrapé » pétulait l’impayable Jacqueline Maillan dans son fameux sketch de la conférence sur l’amour.

Sur le terrain, les enseignes participent à cet échauffement des sens. Brico. Casto. Leroy-Merlo. Crisco. C’est vrai quoi à la fin : faut pas s’étonner qu’on raille quand on se choisit comme nom celui d’un animal qui construit et démolit tout avec sa queue. Pour ceux qui ont quelque peine à suivre, j’évoque ici le castor. L’animal, pas Simone de Beauvoir. Ceci dit, le nom y est pour rien. Ainsi du BHV. À part Bazar des Hommes Virils, aucune connotation sexuelle ou incitatrice à la débauche. Pourtant, son rayon bricolage enfoui au sous-sol fut pendant longtemps un champ de drague homo augurant à l’époque l’émergence du Marais comme quartier gay – c’était au siècle dernier. Les habitués qui avaient bien intégré l’usage décalé qu’on pouvait faire d’outils et accessoires ciblés par défaut écumaient les rayons avec l’œil en mode proto-Grindr. Au rayon plomberie, les joints thoriques en caoutchouc étaient en rupture de stock permanente. Usage ? Cockring. Basique  à mort pour moins de 1 franc. Les anneaux de tringle à rideaux en métal pouvaient faire aussi l’affaire mais ils pêchaient par manque de diamètres nécessaires selon que… La vente des chaînes au mètre cartonnait aussi. Et avec, tout ce que réclamaient l’installation d’un sling à l’arrière de la Jeep Renegade noire ou la construction d’un mini-donjon à domicile ou à la cave. Quant aux chignoles électriques à percussion rotative, couplées à des sex-toys et autres godemichés moulés sur l’anatomie très avantageuse de la porno-star Jeff Stryker, elle cassaient la baraque. Pour pas dire autre chose. A-t-on chopé là des pignoleurs furtifs ? Sans doute, mais il y en avait aussi au rayon cuisine-ménage-hydrothérapie. Au Bon Marché, ils opéraient au rayon disques devant les 45t de Dorothée que Chantal Goya venait recouvrir des siens chaque mercredi sans se douter qu’elle aussi, elle excitait les pervers pépères….

Les plus hardis demandaient la chanson de Trénet, La Folle Complainte, celle où la bonne se donne du plaisir derrière la porte avec une passoire. Ou celle de Colette Renard, Les Nuits d’une demoiselle, qui énumérait toutes les expressions, polissonnes et salaces, utilisées pour se donner du rose aux joues. Personne n’a jamais réclamé Si j’avais un marteau. Dommage, il aurait ainsi joint les deux bouts… Aujourd’hui, il suffit de fréquenter les magasins de bricolage pour se donner des idées et pour pimenter sa sex-life – sans toutefois sortir le service trois-pièces, ce qui reste hautement répréhensible. Quelques prises de courant suffisent. Et beaucoup d’huile de coude. On a rien sans rien… Ultime reco : le marouflage, qui n’est pas une pratique sexuelle déviante, est ici hors-jeu. Valérie Damidot aussi…

CONCIERGE MASQUÉ

Derrière le concierge masqué se cache Pierre Léonforte. Journaliste et auteur partageant sa vie entre Paris et Milan, il collabore à de nombreux titres de la presse magazine dont AD et la revue Schnock. Outre ses ouvrages publiés notamment chez La Martinière, il signe plusieurs des City Guides Louis Vuitton qu’il a co-créés en 1998.

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We all have that friend (or are that friend) who claims to be makeup-free, despite the contrary. We want to believe it’s true, but hints of cream blush, rosebud salve, and ultra-light coats of mascara are dead giveaways.

Well, 3-year-old Hux is the embodiment of that innocent charade, times ten. And his stint above is hilarious. When we grown-ups try to keep our beauty MO under wraps, we simply deflect to another topic. But in the video, as Yahoo! Beauty points out, the young Australian goes with another strategy: deny, deny, deny.

As an adult asks a lipstick-festooned Hux if he is wearing lippie, the kid responds with an emphatic “no.” Never mind the vibrant red drawn on lips, mouth, belly, shoulder, and hands. Has he played with makeup today? He gives another firm shake of the head, as a makeup brush in one hand and what appears to be a red lip pencil in the other slowly creep behind his back. As the questions persist, Hux switches gears and passes the buck to poor Lilah — never mind she isn’t even around.

We’re not sure if the boy has a future in outwitting the police or as a pro makeup artist: He sails through the friendly interrogation and cops to one thing only. That is: Yes, he’s feeling pretty — which is really all that matters anyway.

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Monty Halls is an award-winning TV explorer, expedition leader, author and TV producer. He first visited Islay in 1999 and was so taken with the island’s wild, untamed beauty that he has returned countless times and even named his daughter after it!

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Halls originally served as a Royal Marines officer and after leaving the services in 1996, subsequently gained a First Class Honors degree in marine biology.

Since then he has circumnavigated the globe four times on various projects, leading multi-national teams in some of the most demanding environments on earth. Notable expeditions included the discovery of a sunken city off the coast of Tamil Nadu in India and a search for a rare crocodile species in the mountain pools of Central America.

In 2002 he was awarded the Bish Medal by the Scientific Exploration Society for his services to exploration.

He has presented series and documentaries for the BBC, Channel Five, The Discovery Channel, The National Geographic Channel and the History Channel, and is also the author of six books, mainly on diving and the marine environment.

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Trouble Shooting Your Bad First Impression Man Repeller Carousel


Thank god I have never met Anna Wintour because I’m pretty sure I’d accidentally kiss her on the lips.

It wouldn’t be intentional, obviously. It would not be planned. It never is. But despite endless training from non-American friends, one etiquette coach and years of industry-filtered immersion, I have yet to properly anticipate the one-kiss, two-kiss, handshake hug or wave-hello thing. What I like to do is announce “I am hugging you now” after it’s too late and I’m in. It helps bypass the pucker but it makes for a strange first impression.

First impressions are easy to prepare for: wipe the sweat off of your palms, look someone in the eyes, smile. You are probably generally polite. There are plenty of articles online that will coach you through the pre-season of meeting someone, of planning for interviews, of cocktail parties and seated dinners. But what about when life happens, you’re out a bar and someone stomps right down onto your foot so you shout, “WHAT THE FUCK??!!!!!!!!!!!!!” Then that person turns around and it’s your new manager — the one you haven’t yet had the formal pleasure of meeting.

It’s not our first impression prep-work that needs guiding, but our Bad First Impressions. Because they happen. And good thing I have flubbed it all, because I am here to help you.

What to do if…

You were mean: I have been here both by accident and on purpose. I, too, have been tired, cranky, sleepy, PMS-ing, interrupted, barfed on, spilled on, mad about an event that caused me to stew in anger all day or just decided I don’t like someone. Because of these human emotions, I have also said something that I either immediately regretted or recalled two days later like…!!! I was such a psychopath to that person!!!

If you have their email or phone number, a simple text that says, “Hey, was in a weird mood when we ran into each other yesterday. I apologize if I took it out on you. I loved your shoes, talk soon.”

Choose your form of communication and tone depending on how well you actually know the person (i.e. email versus text) but seriously, just do it. Immediately. You’ll feel better after.

You were late: The easiest fix is to never be late to meet this person again for six entire months. The second easiest fix — and do it either way — is to apologize once, then drop it. Don’t get weird about it. A very classy fix (that gets expensive if you are perpetually late to breakfast meetings) is to take care of the bill or at least get your meeting partner’s coffee on the sly so that she does not have time to protest.

When all else fails, blame food poisoning then stay committed.

You said something strange in an interview: I once jumbled names out of nervousness while telling a very important editor in a very important full-time job interview who my favorite photographer was. Because I was nervous, I proceeded to ramble on in a deranged way. And because I interned at her place of full-time work, I continued to see her for a week after, and every time, I dropped whatever I was holding. Finally, a much older friend who I had been replaying the scene over and over to told me to send the this email (following my hand-written “Thank You.” Still send those!):

Hi ____,

It was a pleasure meeting you Monday, and I thoroughly enjoyed our conversation. I realize I misspoke when we were discussing photographers — I meant _____, and wanted to send along a link to his recent show that reminds me of your work in X issue. [NOTE: B.S. accordingly there.] Thought you’d enjoy it. I look forward to hearing from you soon.

THEN SIGN OFF AND GET THE FUCK OUT OF HER INBOX.

I’m unsure as to whether or not I remain “The Rambling Potential Serial Killer With Butter Fingers” in her mind, but I do like to think that I redeemed myself in terms of the photographer thing. At the very least, I rest better six years later knowing that she knows that I know I made a mistake, and that I didn’t mean it.

You forgot how to speak: You’re at a birthday dinner after work on a Thursday and your brain stopped working because it’s 8 p.m. and the person next to you asks how your week has been. You say, “You, good? Mashed peas. What? Taco. Alcatraz!”

There, there. I know. Me, too. If they haven’t walked away, just say to them, “Whoa, sorry. It’s 8 p.m. on a Thursday and my brain stopped working. I’m doing well, how are you?” Mind the time and date there.

Honesty is the best policy so that they don’t think you’re experiencing a synapse misfire. (Although you might be? I am not a doctor.) Then just smile, blink, nod and when they’re done talking excuse yourself to the bathroom.

You blacked out: Similar scenario but a little bit harder to recover. You’re in a conversation, someone else is speaking, you black out and suddenly you come to and their head is tilted in such a way that you realize they’ve asked you a question. Your panic spirals you back to seventh grade when the teacher wants to know the answer and you’ve been busy drawing photos of yourself riding dragons.

I swear that you can actually say, “I’m so sorry, can you repeat that? Is it loud in here?” They will agree, because it’s always too loud everywhere these days! And then going forward with this person, you actually must pay attention. (Zzz, I know.)

You did something physically awkward: Pretend it never happened. You’re a person, they’re a person, everyone has been there and I promise that you’ll win them over next time.

Worried that you’ll never meet them again? Then literally, WHO CARES WHAT THEY THINK. Hit repeat on that button, take two Advil and call me in the morning. I’ll be down in the comments section.

Feature photograph from Mean Girls via Netflix.


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Another day, another Kim Kardashian West cover. This time, the reality star fronts Wonderland’s Autumn 2016 issue with two different covers, one of which features Kim in a bright pink Juicy Couture tracksuit and white furry wings. Canadian photographer Petra Collins shot the two avant-garde covers for the pop culture magazine, which hits newsstands soon. While West’s alternative cover sees her in an all-white outfit complete with a veil (sultry bride, perhaps?), the tracksuit ensemble speaks to us.

West recently admitted what a huge fan of Juicy Couture tracksuits she was, so we can’t help but wonder if she called the shots when it came to the two-piece set on the cover. “I was SO obsessed with those classic Juicy Couture tracksuits a few years ago, and had them in every color,” she wrote in a blog post. “I still have all of mine, I can’t let them go LOL!” Whether or not she picked the look in the shoot, one thing is for sure: The tracksuit ensemble is summed up by the magazine’s cover line: “Yaaasss!”

Check out Kim Kardashian West’s Wonderland cover below.

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