You have finally gone over the edge. Your phallic photo on page 59 in the November issue (“No Rest for the Wicked,” 46.3) was in-your-face crude. I have been a subscriber for years, primarily to experience the photo gallery shots—so incredibly artistic, perfectly blending the two worlds of human performance with heavenly powder. Now you flaunt the perverse, selfish, and sickening world of “after ski.” Move over Hefner, you’ve got company! Keep porn out of my Powder!
Mike Mcbride Via email
I believe the term you’re looking for is ‘après ski,’ perhaps one of our greatest human achievements. The Jaded Local once said, “If you get up, putter around for a bit, and then start drinking in a hot tub, you’re a derelict. But if you ski for a couple of hours first, you’re just living the Good Life.” —Ed.