We started Route of Condor in Argentina, on the coast, with a camera and no plan. The name came from the bird — the one that rises without flapping, that finds altitude by reading the wind, that travels the length of the Andes without burning a feather. That is the kind of movement we were after.
We are now on Stage V — The Endless Route. We have stopped asking when we are going home. We film the small places along the way — the ones that deserve the kind of cinematic storytelling the big brands buy — and we move on. The route is the work.
You cannot learn to fly from inside the thing that kept you safe.
Every place has a current. Find it before you set up the shot.
Our best frames come on the day we were supposed to leave.
There is no final destination. Only altitude, and what you see from it.