Autana

Mists and mountains.

Filmed in Amazonas, Venezuela.

From the depths of the Amazon jungle rises a solitary stump of rock, encircled by birds and low-hanging cloud. This could be all that remains of a giant tree cut down by an ancient Sky God. Until recently, Cerro Autana had never been successfully climbed. Leo Houlding, Jason Pickles and Sean ‘Stanley’ Leary beat a path through the jungle to attempt a first ascent, accompanied by director Alastair Lee. Their story will be released in August 2012.
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Yosemite HD

Small gods of the wilderness.

Filmed in Yosemite National Park, California.

As one enthusiastic viewer said: ‘hands up if you raped the replay button.’ When the sun sets Yosemite becomes a foreign moon, its sun-kissed rocks hallow and cold under the spinning galaxy above. Sunrise elicits a fragile interlude before the night brings the universe closer once again. Streams of light from passing cars on a valley floor fly towards the horizon like shooting stars. Here, if anywhere you will find the pagan gods of small and wild things. You should select HD. Oh yes, you should.
More on: Project Yosemite
Music by: M83 – Outro.

America’s Dead Sea

Sun, sea and toxic waste.

Filmed in Salton Sea, California.

Dead eyes stare up in their thousands from the arsenic-crusted golden sands. Somewhere among the peeling paint, rusting caravans and acres of rotting fish is the old Salton, the jewel of the desert. The people have left, leaving behind the skeletons of a flashflood tourism industry beside pesticide polluted waters. But the sea is diminishing, the shores exposed to air, and the wind lifting the contaminated soil to cast an environmental disaster over California.
More on: Jim Lo Scalzo.

All I Can

JP Auclair, the Godfather of free skiing.

Filmed in Nelson, British Columbia.

“When I was a kid driving in a car: I would always look out the window and picture this imaginary skier or mountain biker or whatever I was into at the time. And I’d picture the little character using the terrain going by on the way, airing over streets and doing all that stuff, and that’s kind of the thing that we tried to bring to life in the segment.”
JP Auclair, PowderMag Interview
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Attack of La Niña

What to do when the snow gets really deep.

Filmed in Colorado, Alaska, British Columbia, Washington, California.

It’s the pure depth of snow that’s astonishing. The deepest snow in recent North American history sets the scene for some unbelievable deep powder skiing. Snow that floats and bursts into miniatute tsunamis beneath your skis. Snow that sticks to your beard, your hair and your eyebrows.
More on: Matchstick productions.

Into the Wild

Where the wild things really are.

Filmed in Alaska and elsewhere in the USA.

Give it all away, stripped back to the basics of what you own. Abandon your name, your family, friends and your very last dollar. From South Dakota to Mexico, then up to Alaska, Christopher McCandless left every vestige of what he knew to envelop himself in nature. But in the consuming depths of the wilderness, he finally realises that ‘happiness is only real when shared.’ No other film ever captured the beauty and cruelty of nature so well. Sean Penn directs.
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Music by: Eddie Vedder

180 Degrees South

A long way down, with a purpose.

Filmed on the Pan American Highway.

Jeff Johnson retraces the epic 1968 journey of Yvon Chouinard and Doug Tompkins from Ventura California to Patagonia. Their aim was to chart a new route up Mt. Fitzroy, but it was the journey to get there that defined the endeavour. En-route Jeff discovers that a love for nature is the core driver behind his obsessive enthusiasm for mountain climbing and surfing.
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Grinding the Crack

Jeb Corliss jumps off a mountain.

Filmed in Walenstadt, Switzerland.

A lone man stands on a rocky outcrop above a plunging valley. In the background lurk the precipitous mountains that enshrine Walenstadt in Switzerland. He pauses, then jumps. Riding a razor thin margin for error, his wingsuit helps him to trace the contours of cliffs, ridges, and even below the tree line. The result is jaw-dropping viewing.
More on: jebcorliss.net