Category Archives: January 2012
Most winter weekends, when not traveling elsewhere to ride, I can be found at Blue Mountain. As far as I’m concerned, Blue offers the best all-around shred experience by Southern Ontario standards. As much as I like riding the parks (and riding with the friends who ride said parks) at Horseshoe Valley and Mount St. Louis — or indulging in the occasional mid-week night session at Lakeridge or Dagmar — the longer vertical and varied terrain at Blue offers the closest comparison to “freeriding” in the area. And yes, the quotes around “freeriding” indicate my healthy awareness of the irony and absurdity of the usage of this word in a paragraph about Ontario snowboarding. Read more
Oil is big business. Dare I say the biggest business, narcotics, a close second, notwithstanding. Thus it only makes sense that the illegal drug trade would take a page out of the Oil Empire’s handbook. Oil and heroin have been bedfellows for a while, most recently coming into light with the US invasion of Afghanistan. The Taliban, which was the ruling sect until recently, used draconian methods of public torture, executions and destruction to all but eradicate Afghanistan’s heroin production throughout the ‘80s, when the US were their allies. Now, in order to fund their war against the US and other terrorist activities, the Taliban protect and pay top dollar to farmers that grow the opium poppy which in turn produces heroin. This has evolved to the point where over 90% of the world’s heroin is coming from Afghanistan. Read more
It is sad to report that the world is less one epic EPIC dude. The first time I met Jamer was at the Vic West skatepark. It was the early 90′s and skateboarding was at it’s most critical phase. There he was with a wacky hairdo and bizarre kit, riding a shitty old rattly department store board (the kind that doesn’t really turn) with all the plastic, and was blasting massive stylish frontside ollies over the tight pyramid all the while nonsensically shouting over and over, “In like Flynn. Never out… No doubt!”.
‘Keys to reality’ written by Canadian legend Ken Achenbach and published in Transworld Snowboarding in 1992 is probably the most read piece of snowboard related fiction ever written. It was also Craig Kelly’s favorite. Below is my modernized version updated with today’s distractions, inspired and bitten directly from Ken’s original words, which you should read here first.
Skateboarding takes me to a lot of different locations, not just geographically divided but also socially “class” divided. As skateboarders we don’t judge the location we skate in, we just judge the quality of the spot. If the spots sucks we don’t bother with it. If it’s good, whether it’s in a High Class Suburban neighborhood of Vancouver or a gang infested hood of Los Angeles or San Diego, we will skate it. Its that simple. Read more
I had always wanted to visit this place. I had looked on maps before and saw how close it was and wondered why I had never been yet. I had friends tell me of big mountains, and light powder. And then I was told that you could drive your snowmobile in the streets all around town and then park right front of the pub. I was sold, I’m going to Bralorne! Read more
Sometimes some of the best photo’s are in no way planned. It’s like you just happen to be in the right place at the right time with your camera in hand. Here are a few such images that I’ve taken, or rather been lucky enough to capture by being in the right place at the right time. Read more
I first met Aaron, a.k.a SonReal, through skateboarding back in the early 2000’s. We quickly became good friends. Over the years I’ve had the pleasure of seeing him build a foundation with his music career and take it all the way to where he’s currently at. Sure, there might have been a few hiccups here and there, but lets just say that they come with the job. As an east coast-influenced artist that grew up in a small town, there’s a learning curve that goes beyond the music. SonReal has built up his confidence and, in turn shaped himself into the musician that he is today. Read more
The one thing I knew for sure when I stopped shooting photos of action sports was that I wasn’t going to stop taking photos. I simply couldn’t. As much as the creative life is like a cruel pendulum sometimes, with swings of deep dissatisfaction and swings that feel like brilliance, the one thing I knew for sure was that taking photos was no longer something that I had the option to do. I had grown to the point where if I went any length of time without shooting something good, a part of me started to feel off. It was akin to going a long time without sex. It doesn’t kill you, but it grinds away at your soul until you finally have to scratch that itch.
Since day one I’ve looked up to one man more than all the rest combined. He flew airplanes, big fucking airplanes. Much like the lighter than air machinery he operated he has always been larger than life and functions in the same capacity. Retired and supposedly resting on his laurels reaping the rewards of his 33 year career with Air Canada I still get updates from his ‘Spot’ GPS on a weekly basis that put him in the middle of the Atlantic, Denmark, Scotland, China, South America and any number of the supposed 4 corners of the globe.