His version of Macbeth was gorgeous. Hugh Hefner footed the bill. 1971 was a good year. All images sourced through the British Film Institute - no photographers were attached through my digging, and I am still trying to source them.
I've been packing myself up in preparation for the goings on of this next winter, and I accidentally rediscovered my beloved Powder Photo Annual. I picked up this year's copy from the Crow Creek Mercantile in Girdwood next to my Granola and Gushers. So there I was, walking the mile back to the Elliot's with my pack full of groceries … Continue reading Where were you?
In 2008, some peers at school noticed my walk, and told me I walked like a duck. I got called a duck quite a bit after it was made an official observation. I, being an insecure little pancake child, decided that I did not want to be a duck, I wanted to be something else, something … Continue reading Life Safety Card: Don’t give a duck
Chronicling my time in Sweden’s answer to Neverland is a tricky feat; Riksgränsen is a motherly enchantress that beckons you to share your spirit in a way that exfoliates you back to yourself. That's what happened to me anyway. Thus I feel it is my duty to lithely dodge a detailed exposé of her charms, for it is you, the … Continue reading The week where Backflip Mutes became Kisses to the Skies
Genuinely at a loss for words at what this winter became for me, I'll be back in a few days with some words but watch this if you can. I am grateful to have been in the midst of the some of finest skiing on planet earth. Check this out if you want to have your … Continue reading 1. Consolidation of Winter 2015/2016
Behind the magnificent cinematography of 'Sherpa' there is a thoughtful declaration of the state of commercial climbing in Nepal. Mountains have inherent risks, humans are ill designed for altitude, and when a western culture who confidently extol boundary-pushing conquests shakes hands with the Sherpa people, feathers of the 21st century climbing bird that is Everest are ruffled. An irksome feeling … Continue reading APEX: Sherpa, a call for respect.
Where do I even begin. Your charm isn't simply the fruit of your streets being named after ski resorts or your abundance of precipitation. It isn't even down to your line caught salmon or your inescapable alpenglow. Your magic is from something much more. Your assets are the responses you provoke. That manifests itself in numerous ways, … Continue reading A love letter to Girdwood.