Powder Magazine goes to Wisconsin, archived from MySpace blog.
I went to Wisconsin for Powder Magazine and shot 50 rolls of 120 film. You might see the photos next year. I learned a valuable lesson there, one that will stick with me for a while. Now, here are 2 things I know that I will never be good at:
1. BASE Jumping.
2. Shotgun Shooting.
Both are skills that really do not leave room for error and, if you've seen the video of the first, you will be surprised I didn't pull a Dick Cheney and shoot one of my compatriots on our clay pigeon massacre (the others really did well despite my 6 for 50 mark, which was a great marker of my pacificism, vegetarianism and general scaredy cat nature.)
Other things I now KNOW:
Though I am NOT a vegan, Wisconsin's prevalent cheeses do not make eating there a great experience.
When you get lost in Illinois, keep the setting sun to your left and you will eventually make it to Wisconsin. (Thanks for guiding me Lisa.)
Carrying a snowboard and the necessary accoutrement to Wisconsin is really not necessary. Rental gear, for even the most accomplished (not me) shredders, is sufficient to carry you to the next lift ride.
Just because there is a trash heap and a lift doesn't mean you need to strap on a shredboard and some 3 layer gore-tex.
If your wife is 7 months pregnant, your 2 spare bedrooms are not sufficient reason to invite the team from Powder Magazine to stay for several nights. And no, us drinking another pitcher of Miller Lite will not convince her otherwise.
I can have fun anywhere, anytime, with a 159 CM piece of wood (and steele and some sort of epoxy) strapped to my feet.
Now, back in Brooklyn, sipping wiskey and trying to translate stories about the chef at Red Bull's Ikarus restaurant in Salburg, who I'm making portraits of next week...
Off to Austria. Auf wiedersehen.
Currently Listening to: Editors, The Back Room