It’s not often that you hear about the death of a friend. I usually hear about friends getting houses or dogs or kids, but it’s a first for me to learn about death in the lifetime of a friend. It’s quite rough. I’m still questioning if I should share about it or if it’s my place to do it, but I won’t lie, I’ve been snapped by the news and now I find myself with so many mixed emotions. I’m sure I’m not the only one in that boat.
It is crazy to see how fragile life is and how powerless we can be in certain situations. Surrounding yourself with people who thrive on those extreme sports (it could be climbers, skiers, snowboarders, alpinists, or even people who prefer to have their feet on the ground) brings back the reality that can sometimes be forgotten with the warmth of the sun and the choir of a good laugh.
I first thought I had a fever dream, but reality got back to me when I thought about my closer friends who spent most of their time in high-risk, high-reward adventures. Life is ephemeral by nature and it’s crazy to have a reminder like that one for it.
In those pictures, we can see Connor just after he won the chief bike race. He won first place and it just made sense for everybody. He had broken his back from a similar accident that took his life and had spent the last two months rehabilitating his injury. It was already a big victory that he could walk again at that time; he then mastered the art of biking around before he could touch rocks again. Winning that friendly bike race was actually kind of a big deal. We can also see his favorite shirt. He wrote on that shirt plain grey shirt: « I am hungry » but all we could read because it wasn’t centered was « I am hung », which made him laugh a lot. When I think about Connor, that’s always the first thought that comes up. He was back living, climbing, and enjoying life by the end of summer and during fall. People loved to share stories, laughs and adventures with him.
It is not an easy news to cope with, I hope you are all staying save in this wild world we are living in and enjoy it with as much safety as much as you can.
Connor will be missed and loved.
2minutes 22secondes long recap of what seems like a daydream (question mark)
We went to the Red at the end of October with @bea.evans , and it was such an easy and lovely time, I’m still amazed by it. I took the opportunity to make a short short film/final projet for one of my classe, shoutout to Michel/recap of the energy we brought to Kentucky and we had together (insert earth, dreamy, fairy emojis).
Yes we also did climb and slept in our cars, even if there’s no footage of either, but that’s ok too climbing trip are also about all around the climb not just the climbs.
Bea drove from Toronto, and I joined her after visiting the boulder at 9 Corners Lake in New York State and stopping for a night in Cincinnati, where Zak is staying. I realized I love making detour, a passion. (That’s why I stopped by NYC on my way back too lol)
The first day, it was pouring rain, so there forfeited our single planned rest day. We frolicked in an Hispanic grocery and RuralKing store eating popcorn before going to the movie.
It was the first time we were actually spending real time together, Bea and I, but no body could actually guessed it. We spent 5 days 24/7 together, and it felt like we always did that, like we always travelled and hung out together. It was so silly. It was also so fun. I would do it again whenever wherever however. (emoji of the two girls dancing in bunny suits, one beside the other)
We climbed for four days, each time pretty much going to a new area (for me) of that never-ending playground. We woke up late with the sun and came back with the sun setting. The COLOR SCHEME, worth every driven mile. We kind of got lost a couple time, but we mostly laughed and danced and tried (hard) and took wips and ate good food and laughed again. It was that easy. I swear.
It only made me want to adventure more and free-spirit a little more often. Good thing, I’m almost done with school and moving back to British-Colombia in a few weeks and who knows how long (insert the scared and doubtful face emoji).
That video made me daydream.
It does feel like a dream.
I hope that’s what it feels like to others, too.
vivre d’ennui - living out of boredness
“The state or condition of being bored; boredom.”
In one of our classes we had to make a short film (we did a short videoclip) out of archive. Diving in our own archives and some super 8 videos from my grandma brought us in a timeline that actually felt like our own timeline. Travelling across beautiful landscape, surrounding ourself with people we love, filming and keeping memories of all and nothing, living out of love and fresh water : the days follow each other and they look a like. And from what we learn the circle also goes from a generation to and other.
“Lassitude morale, impression de vide engendrant la mélancolie, produites par le désœuvrement, le manque d’intérêt.”
Dans une de nos classes, nous devions faire un court court-métrage (nous avons opté pour un court vidéoclip) avec des archives. En plongeant dans nos archives personnelles et des archives de Super 8 de ma grand-mère, nous nous sommes retrouvés à survoler une histoire qui ressemblait à nos histoires à nous. Voyager dans des paysages à en couper le souffle, s’entourer de gens qu’on aime, filmer tout et rien pour en garder des souvenirs, vivre d’amour et d’eau fraîche : les jours se suivent et se ressemblent. Et de ce que nous avons appris, tout ça s’applique aussi d’une génération à l’autre.
Par Laurina et moi pour un cours d’université en hiver 2025
non-official videoclip non-officiel,
Recommencer, Hubert Lenoir @lebaronbandit
On a personal note, I really REALLY want to get more and more into creative content/creating stuff I like (like that). It makes me so proud and I love how I can put my ideas into something more real.
It’s silly because I had so many good powdery days of skiing but the only footage on video I got was the day we went « snow skating » after a crazy powder day in golden. I’m still processing my whole winter mostly that I’m on the verge of finishing my bachelor.
This video is silly but it makes me smile so much. I’m so lucky I have friends who make me feel home where ever I end up in this world.
Some crazy horrible things are happening in the world right now, it’s actually a crazy time to be living in. I hope this silly video brings a smile.
I’ll share more on my Revelstoke winter probably later but for now that is all I have 🫶🏻 what a life
I MISS MY MESSY HOUSE ON WHEEL.
Some few colorful 35mm from a Californian early winter.
James portrait under the classic blue sky.
And the time I dropped my coffee in my car getting ready for a storm.
Thank you @downtowncameraltd for developing the roll I lost in my car (and was looking for) for multiple weeks.
Sarah’s portrait on film accompanied by my thoughts from my notes on December 26 2025 (the day Sarah’s sent asteroid crack)
« I’m still not sure if I truly made it or it my last four months in Montreal were real. I don’t know how to feel about it. I look at the landscape and I don’t even think it’s real. Today with Sarah and Colette, it felt like we were on a Truman show. We were by ourselves, the sun was there but not fully, the rocks look placed randomly and the trees look like if they were taking from a comic book or drawn by a kid or dr Seuss kind of trees. I woke up early and the sun rise was so beautiful and fulfilling while we were drinking coffee and walking to the crag but the rest of the day looked unreal. But, you know, at the same time it felt like I’ve been here before: I’m welcomed in the community as if nothing and I just get into the wheel of living in a lot with others.
It also been so long that I haven’t had any reception on my phone during time of the day I’m usually more on my phone. It is good but holy it is special. For the past four months I’ve been in Montreal with 5 university classes and working 20hours per week while making sure to go see my parents outside of the city and seeing friends and calling friends and keeping my body and mind in shape.
I’ve been having access to internet always or most of the time. And then I drove 42 hours to get to here, I’m currently writing in Joshua tree, which also feels like time travelling since I’ve binge watch a Netflix show and my phone has been telling me where to go for most of those days on the road and then after 4500km I’ve made it on the west coast without actually leaving my box and basically not moving my body. Which is so special to think about. I haven’t process that part yet and it’s not my first time doing that kind of trip, I’ve cross the east to west and west to east multiple time now and I don’t know how I usually cope with that. I think I mostly blackout question mark? Each time I don’t remember and forget the process while also loving it. I think that is actually called time travelling. »
If I could create a country with all my friends and loved one all from all around all squished together and not all over the world I would, selfishly, do it. ⚜️
Some candid portraits and pics of my last Montreal fall for a bit I think.
1.1 my spring rollers
1.2 Julia learning crochet
2.1 the boys on Raph’s birthday (they went gambling)
2.2 Jules
2.3 aly’s prince
3.1 Alex cooking breakfast
3.2 Aly cooking dinner
3.3 Last Sherbrooke dinner - we are missing Laurence on that pic :,((
I love @commenoemie ‘s New-York.
I had the luck to visit her right after my Kentucky trip last October.
I love my friends
I love friends that are duchesses
I love hotdogs and people
And taking the subway and yellow cabs
And visiting museum and having opinions on exposition
I finally got my pictures back from @downtowncameraltd !!!
Did you know cigarettes kills more every year than freesoloing.
Portrait from a weekend night in Joshua tree coming back from the gunsmoke traverse to a GEORGOUS sunset.
I’ll take that time to go through them while working and achieving my other hundred o one side quests of the moment. But the spring countdown has officially BEGUN.
Portrait by James on my Vivitar point and shoot on some classic Ilford XP2 film.
