Photo: Andy Wright
By the end of April I’ve usually had enough goddamn snow to hold me over until a visit to the southern hemisphere in August (sometimes longer). But at the end of last season this limey Sarah Philips would not stop blowing up my phone. Besides being burnt out beyond a crisp, I was 2 weeks into a miserable cold I brought home from Alaska, but this didn’t keep Sarah from pestering me to come shoot. I think I finally agreed just to shut her up and keep me from having to change my number. Well, such is the case with a lot of the shots I take, and when I look at them in hindsight I’m usually pretty stoked that I made the effort. Her andrechts would have made Dave himself proud, all while putting her possible future as a hand model at serious risk (snowboard edges are sharp). Punk fucking rock.