Every year, the Photo Annual strives to display the very best ski photography in the world, with integrity to composition, light, authenticity, snow, and action. It is the culmination of a year’s worth of effort, from when photographers and skiers set out to create their art, to the months of collecting, sorting, curating, and editing photos internally. Photographers submitted thou sands of images to the magazine this year; out of those, we published 24 photos in this issue that represent the top tier of ability in photography and skiing. Only one featured a woman. And only one was taken by a female photographer.Read More
The room was drab, lit with fluorescent bulbs, and it smelled like my grandmother’s attic. But the vintage ski clothes that hung on the circular metal racks were glamorous: pleated wool pants with stirrups; sweaters with geometric Nordic patterns; Bogner one-pieces with cinch belts, shiny buckles, shoulder pads, and tapered legs. A cardboard box held old goggles that looked more appropriate for scuba diving than for skiing. And fur—some of it faux, a lot of it real.Read More
It’s snowing. Daylight is hardly ever brighter than dawn. The overcast sky is the color of ashes, which exaggerates the deep greens, blacks, and browns of the forest. Fast, low clouds have seized the mountains, blocked the sun’s light and warmth, and are emptying a current of white upon the earth. A web of frost splinters from the corner of the window. I can see my breath.Read More
Of the 9.4 million skiers in the United States, 72 percent are white. More than half earn a salary higher than $100,000. For some context, only 20 percent of American households have a combined income of $100K, and 63 percent of the country is white.
Those numbers shouldn't surprise you; and they certainly do not forecast for growth in skiing.Read More
All you need is patience, timing, and a good pole whack before dropping inRead More
Look at this year’s resort guide as a map to the best winter of your life. If you could be anywhere, at any time, without any restrictions like cost or distance, what would you do?Read More
Roughed up, bruised, and battered at Sun Valley's Scorpion NationalsRead More
A wise and experienced skier once told me in a thick French accent, “Ven you ski in ze backcountry, you ski at ze 50 percent.” But skiing slowly is hard. This essay originally published in the December 2015 issue of POWDER magazine (44.4).Read More
On a sunny afternoon atop Squaw Valley, I was laying out on High Camp’s sun deck, bronzing my winter-white stomach, when a news anchor on assignment to find the world’s most “extreme” bars pushed a microphone into my face and asked me a question.
“Would you say this place is like Miami Beach?”Read More
If you go to Squaw Valley during Wanderlust, forget about après, bros, and storm days. An invisible bubble of gratitude swallows the ski resort whole.Read More