Archive for December, 2011
Earlier in March of this year I had the opportunity to shoot a ski story for British Conde Nast Traveller. A ski story?! Every photographer’s dream. But it gets better – we had to ski some of the best resorts in the country at Vail and Aspen and stay in the best hotels to boot.
Four Seasons at Vail? Check. Ritz Carlton at Bachelor Gulch? Check. Skiing with Wolfgang Puck down the slopes at the Ritz? Check. The Viceroy at Snowmass? Check. Hanging out with amazing horse wranglers at the C Lazy U Ranch in Granby? Check.
And to make everything that much more amazing – this was an epic snow season for all of Colorado and Utah. So much powder that you needed a snorkel to get down the slopes. And there are worse ways to start your day than dropping in at Aspen’s Highland Bowl with fresh tracks and then darting into the trees. Simply amazing.
On the final Sunday when we were at Aspen we stumbled into a slope-side party that was closing down one of the outlets for the season – and it was like stepping onto the set of Hot Tub Time Machine if you had drawn your cast from St Tropez. Snowball fights going on inside (it was a blizzard outside), a DJ spinning tracks, champagne freely flowing, dancing on the tables…nothing to do but join in (ok, we were actually a bit bewildered at first and stood around dumbly before grabbing our cameras)
The issue is on stands now (Nov 2011) so go grab a copy and take a look – or check out the PDF here: Colorado Ski Story – Conde Nast Traveller UK – Nov 2011 – Andrew Rowat
In today’s New York Times Magazine’s “Look” Section you can see two images from my personal project on the Ninja Miners in Mongolia’s far north. These miners (so-called because when they sling their green panning basin over their backs they look like Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles) are drawn from all over the country and brave incredibly harsh physical conditions and threats of violence from other miners to try and prise gold from the earth. You can see how the spread ran here:
To access the camp we needed to ride reindeer for three days from the nearest village and sleep outside – without tents mind you – in temperatures that plummeted below -50C. One morning I awoke to find my water bottle frozen solid against my body inside the sleeping bag.