I wasn't supposed to be a creative. Honestly, I have no idea what I was supposed to do with my life, but I can safely say that everything in my body, for as long as I can remember, pulled me to mountainous landscapes covered in white stuff. This explains two things; porn, and my absolute love for snowboarding.
During a short trip to Park City, UT with my boss at the time, Scott Walker, I made my first photo. Now this isn't to say that I hadn't previously taken photos, it's just that none of them made me feel anything. But the second I saw everything come together in the photo of scott standing on the precipice of one of The Canyons gnarliest bowls, the muted light, and understanding what angle I had to get into in order to get that shot, well, things changed for me. I went from wanting photos of myself snowboarding to wanting to get shots for other riders.
Well, that dream was dashed by a little thing called college, responsibility, a magazine, and other things that make life more fulfilling down the road, but simply don't make sense at the time. But here I am, an accomplished NYC amateur photographer who sometimes gets paid to use his camera. And all because my boss took me on a trip to Utah and refused to take his hands out of his gloves.
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