IF3 Montreal 2015 concluded last night with Cali P entertaining the crowd at Club Soda. But I was already on a bus back to Boston from one hell of a weekend at this point having caught the last few seconds of the Superproof movie and sprinted from the theatre to a random bus stop in the hopes it would be the correct choice. This was probably the only moment something went to plan the entire trip. Rewind 96 hours and my 5 hour delayed flight had just landed in Boston from whence I was rescued by the gentleman that is Jamie Walter, who then drove solo to Montreal whilst I passed out in the passenger seat.

We arrived at the office after what in my case was a 26 hour journey, and despite having told the crew I don't drink, immediately got iced. The carnage of the rest of the weekend, will I'm sure have entertained you all via Snapchat and will continue to do so in the upcoming 'On The Road'. I'm certainly not the best person to tell the tales of debauchery the weekend entailed, I'll leave that to Erica, but IF3 was plain and simple a ton of fun, I got to watch some incredible ski films and met some awesome people. I'm pretty sure I now have a place to crash in most of the lower 48 and a good chunk of Canada to boot.

There were so many films and plenty of them deservedly won a bunch of awards but there a few I'd like to highlight that, rightly or wrongly let empty handed.

GPSY Feelin'

TGR Paradise Waits

We are the Coterie

Diamond Annies