Whiteout

Northline needed a launch film for its expedition shell — real storms, real riders, no green screen. We based a crew of nine in a mountain hut and waited on the barometer for six days.

When the storm finally broke, we shot fourteen hours straight: heli-assisted powder lines at dawn, cliff drops at noon, and a fireside interview as the light died.

Every operator was a competent backcountry rider carrying their own kit. That single decision removed snowmobiles, cut the footprint, and put cameras exactly where skis go.