You’ve probably already seen this, and it likely struck you as amazing, but we’re sure you haven’t found any commentary on it other than “SIIIIIIICK!!!” or something about skiing with friends, even though Clayton’s solo the entire segment. Nonetheless, Jon was so inspired that he left whatever it is he does with his free time to write:
“While we’re clearly partial to a particular aesthetic and this ain’t necessarily it, make no mistake, this is the type of skiing we’ve been waiting a LONG time to see in “major” videos.”
No shit. This is my perspective about why The Creep is so muthaflippin’ delicious, like some kind of white chocolate strawberry cheesecake drizzled in bacon, fudge, Kate Uptons, and mushroom chocolates:
-No spins over 450
-Not one switch-up
-Rock n’ muthaflippin’ roll. Pagan Altar – hail Satan!!
-0:40 and a couple other places: All I’ve ever wanted to see is more hammers thrown into haggered-ass landings. Low snow, rocks, debris, bushes sticking out – whatever shit is dangerous, hard to ski through, and in the way, I want to see more of in the landing. YES
-1:00 in: ????
-2:15: Taking too much speed into a stall and actually having to work to, you know, stall. YES.
-2:38, to, well, the rest of the entire segment
-The ender ender on a Jurassic Park-sized feature that he somehow gets onto from flat ground. Stomp the ender ender in the dead of winter with no hat, no gloves, and a tee shirt. The only thing that would have made this segment better is Rick Ross showing up in a white BMW with red leather trim to hand Clayton a Snickers ice cream bar and proclaim “You da BOSS!”