I'm famous

I'm kind of a big deal around these parts. I'm famous.
Last week I got a new ski movie titled Adrenaline Hunters and my cousin purchased the new Poor Boyz film, Ski Porn. To my amazement, I had a cameo in both of them. No, I was not skiing. I was however playing a key role as an enthusiastic fan watching guys like Simon Dumont and Sammy Carlson throw huge tricks off even bigger jumps. I couldn't actually convince anyone who was watching the films with me that the little dot off in the side of the screen was me, but I know.
For a long time ski movies were pretty much just Warren Miller traveling the world with some of the greatest skiers. His cameramen would film them skiing some amazing lines while he romantized the sport through narration. It was enough to bring a tear to my eye. Now with the decreasing cost of equipment and production, guys that decided to start filming for fun a few years ago are turning their love for skiing and making it look as cool as possible into a money making venture. Ski Porn retails for $39.99.
So why is there a market? I wouldn't purchase a ski movie just to see my ant-like resemblance off in the corner. I, along with many other skiers, purchase the films to get amped for a day of skiing. Nothing will make you want to ski bigger lines and huck cliffs than watching someone who is way better than you do something 10 times bigger than you would even consider.
When i was skiing in New Zealand, we had no television, no heat except for wood that we cut and one outlet. We plugged in my friends computer and gathered around to watch what we called "white porn." White of course refers to the snow and it was the perfect way to end a day and get ready for another gnarly day of skiing.