AFTERGLOW - Lightsuit Segment from Sweetgrass Productions on Vimeo.

Watch the full 12 minute film Oct 19: philips.com/ambilight

Presented by Philips TV and Atomic Skis
Featuring: Pep Fujas, Eric Hjorleifson, Daron Rahlves, and Chris Benchetler

From the depth of the creative visuals to the groundbreaking, never-been-done-before scale of the shoot, Afterglow is being hailed as one of the most cinematically profound ski movies ever made. Deep pillows and Alaskan spines, all filmed at night, with massive lights, custom made LED suits, and a national governments worth of logistics, planning, and civil engineering.

Filmed as a partnership between Sweetgrass Productions, Philips TV, and the Swedish Agency Ahlstrand & Wållgren, it’s two parts creativity, one part branded content, and a pinch of masochism for good measure. Overall, it’s an incredibly unique partnership between our vision of skiing and the color and light technology behind the Philips Ambilight TV.

Supported by: Atomic, Freefly Systems (MOVI), NiteRider, Golden Alpine Holidays, Alyeska Resort & Talvista Lodge.

Shot on location at: Golden Alpine Holidays Sentry Lodge, Alyeska Resort, and the Alaskan Wilderness

Directed by Nick Waggoner & Mike Brown
Executive Producer Nick Waggoner
Produced by Zac Ramras, Mike Brown, and Max Santeusanio
Edited by Mike Brown
First AC Max Santeusanio
Aerial Cinematography by Nick Wolcott and Zac Ramras
Guides Cam McClellan and Ken Bibby
Gaffer Mark Stuen
Key Grip Kyle Metzger
Best Boy Grip Shane Treat
Cook AJ Frye
BTS Unit Jason Mannings

Agency Ahlstrand & Wållgren
Account Director Ulf Ahlstrand
Creative Director Joakim Wållgren
Account Manager Helena Bengtsson
Associate Creative Director Cristopher Gedda Westrell
Art Director Johan Schonfeldt
Agency Producer Mark Baughen, Colony

Rock ‘n’ roll ain’t noise pollution,
Rock ‘n’ roll ain’t gonna die,
Rock ‘n’ roll ain’t noise pollution,
Rock ‘n’ roll it will survive…. Yes it will!! 🎸🎸⚓👌✊ #acdc #rock #aintnoisepollution
#december2 #rockorbust #newalbum #bestfuckingbandever #highwaytohell  #loveyouguys #wesaluteyou #seeyouinBCN  (en Highway to Hell 🎸⚓)

Rock ‘n’ roll ain’t noise pollution,
Rock ‘n’ roll ain’t gonna die,
Rock ‘n’ roll ain’t noise pollution,
Rock ‘n’ roll it will survive…. Yes it will!! 🎸🎸⚓👌✊ #acdc #rock #aintnoisepollution
#december2 #rockorbust #newalbum #bestfuckingbandever #highwaytohell #loveyouguys #wesaluteyou #seeyouinBCN (en Highway to Hell 🎸⚓)

Oil & Water presented by Armada Skis from ARMADA SKIS INC. on Vimeo.

Starring: Phil Casabon, Henrik Harlaut, Mike Hornbeck, Riley Leboe, Kim Boberg, Tanner Hall, JP Auclair, Jacob Wester, and Oscar Harlaut.

The Armada team have always been a group of skiers who have brought new life and unique perspective to an industry in need of change. The “oil in the water”. Take a journey into the lives of five of these skiers and see their approach to skiing and why they do the sport that they unconditionally love.

Soundtrack:
D’Amage- Evanomics
Sanitarium- Metallica
PJs- Raekwon ft. El Michels Affair
No Names Bar- Fabulous Three
Django’s Soul- Fabulous Three
Stand Up pt. 2- Lee Fields
I’ve Seen Jesus- The Futures League
Harry’s Code- Knox Brown

Special thanks to Truth and Soul Records, Metallica, Warner Chappell for music licensing.

armadaskis.com
truthandsoulrecords.com

Pay per Laugh | TeatreNeu from edududu on Vimeo.

CREDITS:

Agency: The Cyranos for McCann Worldgroup Europe thecyranosmccann.com
Production Company: CANADA lawebdecanada.com
Director: Marc Oller
App company: Glassworks, Xavi’s Lab.
General creative director:
Leandro Raposo
Executive creative director:
Pablo Colonnese
Creative Directors:
David Fernández, Joaquin Espagnol
Art director: Eduard Cubel behance.net/cub
Copy: Jaume Rufach behance.net/jaumerufach
Agency producer Director: Alba Riart
Agency producer: Paulina Ramirez
Account Director: Marta Grasa
Account Executive: Jesús Vergés
Account Executive: Laia Gilibets
Executive Producer: Oscar Romagosa
Head of production: Laia Coll, Laura Serra
Video Editor: Carlos Font Clos carlosfontclos.com

Eyes In The Back of My Head from John Spriggs on Vimeo.

Check out my season edit “Eyes In The Back of My Head” !

Filmed by Charlie Bolte, Apre Visual, EpicTV and TGR! Dedicated to Patrick Orton and Tony Seibert! Big Thanks to all of my sponsors, Batalla Skis, Scott Goggles and poles, Marker Bindings, Montucky Cold Snacks, and SledWraps!

POWDER ON!!!!!!

Just kids things 🍻🍷⚓ #justkids #drunk #mandown #whiskey #jaggerheals #smoking #dontgrowup #isatrap (en Wonderland 🍻⚓🎸)

Just kids things 🍻🍷⚓ #justkids #drunk #mandown #whiskey #jaggerheals #smoking #dontgrowup #isatrap (en Wonderland 🍻⚓🎸)

vicemag:

OK, So I Have a Drinking Problem
I drink too much. How do I know I drink too much, you ask? Because I’m drinking as I type this. One hand on the keyboard, the other on a glass.
My drinking has never caused me to lose my home, my family, or my career, but I don’t have those things to lose in the first place. The argument could be made that I don’t have them because, instead, I have a drinking problem. A problem that, previous to (again, one-handedly) typing these words, I have chosen to ignore, and to make excuses for, for far too long.
I have one rule—I don’t start drinking until the sun goes down—which, for years, I’ve used as proof of my lack of a problem. (Note: Said rule is null and void whenever I am on anything remotely resembling a vacation.) Day in, day out, I pat myself on the back and admire my restraint while eagerly watching the sun wane in the distance. Assuming, of course, I’ve opened the curtains in my apartment enough to watch it.
Waiting until nightfall to make myself a cocktail, however, is an easily achievable goal when it takes all day to recover from the hell I put my body through the previous night.
It turns out having a bottle in front of me and a frontal lobotomy are essentially the same thing. Days bleed into each other, interchangeable in their banality. I wake up at noon, stumble around in a haze, stare at the comparatively happy lives of my more productive, well-adjusted friends as they play out on myriad social media sites and slowly, methodically, drink coffee. So much coffee. The coffee is a necessity, its brown pallor echoing the bags I constantly have under my tired eyes. I live on borrowed time, operating under a foggy veil when the sun is at its peak and frantically rushing whenever I have to leave the confines of the glorified room I call an apartment. The ceaseless rush renders every situation, important or not, dire. I find myself, more and more, apologizing for my lateness, sending desperate texts at stoplights in between punching the dashboard in frustration. The traffic upsets me, sure, but I’m more upset with myself.
I’m upset that I’ve yet again stayed up, alone in my apartment, until the wee hours of the morning, watching music videos on YouTube I’ve seen a million times and sending embarrassing emails, which I type with one eye closed, the other bloodshot and squinting, because I can’t see straight. I rarely, if ever, reread these emails after I send them. I don’t want to know what’s in them.
My productivity suffers. I tell myself and everyone else within earshot that I have writer’s block, but the reality of the matter is that I have reality block. The idea of operating in an unaltered state terrifies me. I am afraid of the stark truths that come with complete and utter clarity. So I drink.

Sometimes a friend will tell me, wide-eyed and in a concerned tone, that they’ve been drinking too much—three, sometimes four, nights in a row. Depending on my level of intoxication, I’ll either feign concern or inform them I’ve drank every night for nigh on a decade. Depending on their level of intoxication, they’ll either find this information amusing or depressing. Either way, I feel nothing. So I drink.
Continue

vicemag:

OK, So I Have a Drinking Problem

I drink too much. How do I know I drink too much, you ask? Because I’m drinking as I type this. One hand on the keyboard, the other on a glass.

My drinking has never caused me to lose my home, my family, or my career, but I don’t have those things to lose in the first place. The argument could be made that I don’t have them because, instead, I have a drinking problem. A problem that, previous to (again, one-handedly) typing these words, I have chosen to ignore, and to make excuses for, for far too long.

I have one rule—I don’t start drinking until the sun goes down—which, for years, I’ve used as proof of my lack of a problem. (Note: Said rule is null and void whenever I am on anything remotely resembling a vacation.) Day in, day out, I pat myself on the back and admire my restraint while eagerly watching the sun wane in the distance. Assuming, of course, I’ve opened the curtains in my apartment enough to watch it.

Waiting until nightfall to make myself a cocktail, however, is an easily achievable goal when it takes all day to recover from the hell I put my body through the previous night.

It turns out having a bottle in front of me and a frontal lobotomy are essentially the same thing. Days bleed into each other, interchangeable in their banality. I wake up at noon, stumble around in a haze, stare at the comparatively happy lives of my more productive, well-adjusted friends as they play out on myriad social media sites and slowly, methodically, drink coffee. So much coffee. The coffee is a necessity, its brown pallor echoing the bags I constantly have under my tired eyes. I live on borrowed time, operating under a foggy veil when the sun is at its peak and frantically rushing whenever I have to leave the confines of the glorified room I call an apartment. The ceaseless rush renders every situation, important or not, dire. I find myself, more and more, apologizing for my lateness, sending desperate texts at stoplights in between punching the dashboard in frustration. The traffic upsets me, sure, but I’m more upset with myself.

I’m upset that I’ve yet again stayed up, alone in my apartment, until the wee hours of the morning, watching music videos on YouTube I’ve seen a million times and sending embarrassing emails, which I type with one eye closed, the other bloodshot and squinting, because I can’t see straight. I rarely, if ever, reread these emails after I send them. I don’t want to know what’s in them.

My productivity suffers. I tell myself and everyone else within earshot that I have writer’s block, but the reality of the matter is that I have reality block. The idea of operating in an unaltered state terrifies me. I am afraid of the stark truths that come with complete and utter clarity. So I drink.

Sometimes a friend will tell me, wide-eyed and in a concerned tone, that they’ve been drinking too much—three, sometimes four, nights in a row. Depending on my level of intoxication, I’ll either feign concern or inform them I’ve drank every night for nigh on a decade. Depending on their level of intoxication, they’ll either find this information amusing or depressing. Either way, I feel nothing. So I drink.

Continue

Nipwitz - Brain Massage OFFICIAL TRAILER from Flatlight Creative House on Vimeo.

All radical comes to an end.

This fall, after five years, twelve webisodes and over one million views the last ski film project under the name Nipwitz is set to release. The two-year project, entitled Brain Massage, will premiere at Helsinki Bio Rex Theatre on the 1st of November 2014 followed by national premiere tour and an online release later this season.

As the first and the last movie by the groundbreaking Finnish ski crew, Brain Massage showcases a new twist to the good old Nipwitz-approach making it genuinely one of the most unique projects in the modern freeskiing era. Shot in the cities of Scandinavia, The Baltic, Russia and beyond, Brain Massage offers a package that, once again, certainly isn’t your average ski movie.

Directed by Aarni Toiviainen the movie features skiing by Oskari Raitanen, Tommi Kostilainen, Matti Räty, Riku Laakso, Jussi Mononen, Kalle Leinonen and friends. The new trailer of the movie is to be released on 6th of October on the newborn website nipwitz.com along with pre-order of a special Collector Box containing Brain Massage movie, extra material on DVD & Blu-ray disc. In addition, the Collector Box includes a Sauna-collaboration beanie and the exclusive Nipwitz The Book, a visual piece of art offering photos by Ville-Petteri Määttä and behind the scenes insights into the two-year journey. Art direction and graphic design by Matti Räty.

Nipwitz Brain Massage project is supported by Battery Energy Drink, Olympus & F-Stop.

nipwitz.com
Flatlight Creative House
flatlight.fi

Si jo l’estiro fort per aquí,
i tu l’estires fort per allà,
segur que tomba, tomba, tomba,
i ens podrem alliberar! ||*|| ✊✊ #9NDesobeïm #9N2014 #jaentenimprou #votarem #SíSí #independència #isinoquevinguin

Si jo l’estiro fort per aquí,
i tu l’estires fort per allà,
segur que tomba, tomba, tomba,
i ens podrem alliberar! ||*|| ✊✊ #9NDesobeïm #9N2014 #jaentenimprou #votarem #SíSí #independència #isinoquevinguin