
All photos Max Santeusanio
Premiere season is upon us. Dimly lit theaters, pros signing autographs, kids so excited to do anything related to skiing they’ll hump a trachcan for a sticker, and the crisp taste of fall in the air. Having just stamped my passport leaving Argentina, I figured I’d keep the cultural train chugging north and hold a straight face long enough to be let into the Mexico of France: Quebec. After crossing into a land of looneys, tooneys, and relatively terrible exchange rates, I made my way, non-skiing girlfriend in tow, to the International Freeski Film Festival (IF3) in Montreal. Continue reading this entry »







