Snowboarding is a funny thing. At best it’s an “extreme sport” that pops onto the mainstream radar every four years before being largely forgotten immediately after the Olympics ends—save for the occasionally cameo in a Jason Statham, Vin Diesel, or James Bond movie. At worst it’s a privileged activity with a limited lifespan due to the climate crisis and skyrocketing lift tickets. But it wasn't always this way. For most of my youth, it was all that mattered.
My obsession with snowboarding started with magazines. First in the 90s with Thrasher where I discovered aging issues wrapped in vinyl at the public library in Portland, Oregon—believe it or not the bible once ran a snowboarder on its cover. Then came a subscription to TransWorld Snowboarding in the 00s, and VHS and DVD videos soon thereafter. I was obsessed with the simple act of riding a piece of wood on snow. It defined me, and millions of others around the world. Only in Europe, the media outlet that mattered most was the infamous Method Magazine.