If I could describe the single moment that I dream about on repeat in the month or two preceding winter, it looks a lot like the turn at 11:04 in Christian Haller’s new short, Soft.
Blue skies. Waist-deep, untracked powder. And a pretty inconsequential user-friendly aspect. Here’s a still:
A variation of this turn haunts my preseason snowboard dreams. Photo: Vimeo
It’s the pleasures of snowboarding distilled into a single fleeting moment that doesn’t last more than a few seconds. But it’s that flash that’ll make you a lifer. Hooked to the constant beat of checking weather patterns, flights, lift statuses, and Farmer’s Almanac predictions to get your next fix.
Haller calls this film “an audiovisual translation of the ‘sense of feeling things.'” I can’t tell you what that means exactly, but this turn at 11:04 made me “feel things.” An intense desire to get to my local hill. A chill on my face as I envisioned myself getting a shot of pow to the face. And jealousy – serious jealousy.
