As the opening notes of Gnarls Barkley’s Smiley Faces ring out, arider slashes a hillside, before launching into a smooth buttered 360.The camera angle switches, and as the tune drops he boosts a floaty front three tailgrab off a cliff – a move that looks so effortless it’s as if he was born to do it.
Far off in the distant lands of British Columbia lives a wise old mystic, who goes by the name of Devun Walsh. We endured the three-day mule trek from the nearest town to reach his remote cave with a sack full of your questions. Here’s what he had to say.
Standard Films are big dogs in the world snowboard film-making, having been there pretty much from the start. It’s odd to think that just over a decade ago, Absinthe were a bunch of Euro upstarts filming local riders with very little budget.
Unless you’ve miraculously found a way of reading this magazine without opening the plastic bag it came in, you will have noticed that there was a DVD in there. And if there wasn’t, then you need to go and have some serious words with your newsagent!
Outerwear is great and all, but there’s one thing that I’ve always found peculiarly puzzling about it. Every time I embark on a conversation about how gorgeous gore-tex is or how much I love fully-taped seams, someone always brings up something called ‘style’.
The third instalment of Relentless Energy’s f lm making competition Short Stories is out, with the snowboard chapter Permanent Vocation, featuring triple X Games champion and Relentless team rider Jenny Jones and created by talented Finnish film maker Johannes Östergård.
Ah yes, ‘The Chosen One’. It’s an unofficial title Jamie has had to live with for a long time. At the British Championships a few years ago, when Jamie was still just 14, I remember speaking to one of the organizers, Spencer Claridge, who was practically frothing over his potential. “He’s just frighteningly good, isn’t he?,” here marked at the top of the slope style course.
Whether he was a superstitious rider or not, Canadian snowboarder Ross Rebagliati can’t have been looking forward to Friday the 13th of February, 1998 – the day he was scheduled to appear in front of the International Olympic Committee and the assembled world media for a guaranteed embarrassing showdown, the likes of which even Dr Pepper couldn’t have made up.
Hey there people, I’m a mighty morphing power ranger and I’d like to welcome you to this sausage fest where I’ll snuggle up to you dance the spicy McHaggis jig and tell you everything you ever wanted to know about my psychic nipples (and quite a lot you didn’t!).