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BENCHMARKS [THE FANZINE]

• Photography: Lukas Gansterer

BENCHMARKS brings a cut-and-paste showreel of 1000s of edge-of-your-seat moments into sharp focus. Through noir-esque imagery of the Raceunion Teichman Racing team, the viewer is transported directly into the melee: Pinpoint pit stops, clipped corners, and metal-on-metal crunches.  Lukas Gansterer gibt Gummi.

BENCHMARKS [THE 24HRS SHORT]

• Edit : Paul Rascheja
• Soundtrack: Patrick Pulsinger

An almost festishized portrait of the machines and the protagonists where the brutal potential of the race lurks ever-present in the background.

Races pivot on single, split-second moments: A micro-pressure pulse of the throttle or faintest twitch of the brake. Everything is possible, nothing predictable, and judgement calls are the difference between the wave of a chequered flag or the cold, thudding embrace of the tyre barrier. Apply this mantra to 24 hours of non-stop racing on what is widely regarded as the most challenging track in the world, and you’ve got limitless potential for definitive flashes of action.

BENCHMARKS brings a cut-and-paste showreel of 1000s of edge-of-your-seat moments into sharp focus. Through noir-esque imagery of the Raceunion Teichman Racing team, the viewer is transported directly into the melee: Pinpoint pit stops, clipped corners, and metal-on-metal crunches.

TT Scrapbook 1

• Moods: inhouse

Time Travel is powered by Crystals. These exist for a bit in certain timespaces (say for a few months in 1063) and during that time they can be harnessed to travel. They do however run out, and there is a finite number of them through history. There is perhaps some scope for preserving them – ie making sure they do not disappear from the timespace  you want them in – by cold storing them.

The Time Titans were created by God when he discovered the crystals and the opportunities for time travel thousands of years ago. He thought he would use it to stiff business partners in deals, and send the TTs back to kill opponents when they were babies.

TT God´s office CCTV

• CCTV Production: Eiokay, London

God lives on a space station that orbits Saturn. He owns our solar system and about 16-20 other planets nearby, depending on what he’s currently holding. In intergalactic terms he is not that big a deal – a dodgy one-man-band commodities trader who a lot of people know but nobody much likes. Technically he is an alien, but an extremely ancient one and his people have been wiped out. Originally he was a scientist, which led him to his interest in commodities. He created the seraphim employees who serve in his office and on his technical staff using genetic manipulation in a laboratory, but that existence is now many years ago.

Life started on earth by accident. God hates new life – it breathes valuable gases, fucks things up and costs money – but sometimes you have to do a shit right? And the crappy planet that got chucked in free seemed like as good a place as any. God was wandering about, checking out the place, fretting that it was totally useless. He ducked behind a rock and loosed off a big steaming turd from which all life on Earth sprang forth.

God only bought the earth as part of a job lot – it has no saleable gases and probably never will. And yet suddenly it’s his meal ticket because it happens to suit the Blue Elephants’ needs. He was looking elsewhere, ignoring the place for millions of years, when suddenly — humankind had started building little huts and making rubbishy fires. Now he watches the earth from his office as a kind of guilty pleasure. He’s sort of fond of the humans and fascinated by them a little.

God has about fifty employees. Most of these he created a long time ago, but some have come to work fo him from other alien civilisations. Commodities analysts, secretaries (including his PA Angel), a staff of scientists who make sure the gases and stuff that he’s buying and selling are properly dealt with.