We were arrested. Spit on by skiers riding the chairlift. We would hike for miles to get one run. Our parents didn’t understand. People didn’t understand. There were no contests. No magazines. No life tickets. No highbacks. There was no such thing as fashion. Every year we burned our boards in a giant bonfire as a sacrifice for better snow.

We said we’d ride forever. We said we’d make clothes that ride forever. We do.


Welcome to Winter 2015/2016

November 11, 2015

Thanks for checking out our blog. We'll be filling this area up with hammer shots, stories of snowy exploration and more- all exclusively from those... Read More