In a ski world where much of the discourse now occurs online, especially in the small telemark realm, a simple film tour and its well-executed marquee attraction stand as a reminder of the ascendency ...

I mean like twenty-five pages of dribble, you know about The Faces or Coltrane, you know, just to fucking write.” In honor of the scene, I christened a 104-page, 58,000-word MacBook-bound ramble I ...