For an old dude, my father is a highly impressive combo of accident prone and reckless. Last winter, he came out to ski with me and ended up splintering his collarbone on a tree at A-Basin. Big ups to the surgeons at the Summit Medical Center for putting it back together. So this winter, before he can damage himself further, he gets a helmet. This one from POC is super light, but still hits all the ASTM standards.-Heather Hansman, Online editor
This might be the most embarrassing thing I’ve ever admitted to the internet, but my mother wears leather ski pants. For reals. From far away they’re not so bad, but when you get within fifty feet their sheen is unmistakable. They’re legit [redacted brand] ski pants, but they’re mortifying to be around. I feel like a petulant teenager when I ski with her, all “Moooommm, why are you so embarasssssingggg.” To hopefully persuade her to ditch them (so I can burn them) I’m getting her this North Face pair. Warm, waterproof, and NOT MADE OF SHINY DEAD ANIMAL SKIN.-H.H.
My younger brother and his fixed-gear bicycle recently moved to Harlem where he’s been perfecting his rolled-skinny-jeans-to-boat-shoes ratio and unearthing obscure Bon Iver remixes. He would probably grow a moustache if he could, but he can’t. Underneath his trappings of hipsterdom, though, he’s basically incapable of buying himself clothes. So I’m getting him this Reversible Flannel Jacket which is cool looking enough for New York (I guess. I live in Boulder, so I wouldn’t really know.) but won’t be out of place when he heads up to Jay either.-H.H.
My best friend is a backcountry guide who lives in Seattle. She’s pretty styled out in the gear department, but I think this down shirt from the PNW’s own Eddie Bauer is right up her alley. Plus, it’s designed by a team of guides, including certified badass Melissa Arnot, so it’s not just a fluff piece.-H.H.
You might have noticed that the people I work with around here have an affinity for alcohol. Actually affinity might be an understatement. In some corners it’s not uncommon to see beers cracked at noon on a Friday. So to make sure no one has flat beer at their desk, they all get these Stanley carbonated drink bottles.-H.H.
I’m lucky gear-wise, my kit is pretty well dialed. What I really want for Christmas is plane tickets. One to Tokyo, one to Vancouver, and one straight into Chamonix. Great, thanks. I also wouldn’t mind a copy of All.I.Can, my favorite ski movie of the year, to watch in flight.The segment below should explain why.-H.H.