As part of our partnership with Cora, our creative director Justin Jarrett had the pleasure of traveling to India to capture footage for Cora’s Brand film.

Filming took place over two weeks in early March in several cities including, Kolkata, Delhi and Uttar Pradesh. The following are excerpts from his travels.

It’s late. I feel like I have been in the Bermuda triangle of traveling for the past 24 hours. Unable to sleep, I watched six movies on the plane — back to back to back to back and so on. I think I’m in India, or is this 1950 England? I can’t tell— the yellow cabs are the same. The travel fog coupled with the jet lag and the fact that we are currently doing 80mph down a highway with no lanes or turn signals and what seems to be a honk twice and get out of the way or I am going to run you over Road Rash style mentality is the only thing keeping me from passing out face down on the pavement.

The tranquil peace exuberating postcards lied. India is anything but quiet. Riding in cabs in India makes riding in New York City cabs look like a Sunday joyride in a horse drawn trolley. We are less than 8 minutes deep into our journey halfway around the world and I can already tell you that if I make it back to the states alive, I will have a new appreciation for Grandma’s sub 45 mph driving technique. All I can think about is how much this surreal moment feels like a music video for Rob Zombie’s “Superbeast”. Good thing I love roller coasters….here we go.

I’m staring down a hallway. To my right beautiful chalk paintings, most likely drawn by children. To my left, a multitude of rooms. Wooden beds take up the majority of the space. The floors are dirt and littered with piles of old food and trash being picked at by dogs and goats finding shelter in the shade from the blazing sun. Women wash cook wear and men sit on small wooden stools along the wall.

The women smile and laugh as I pass through. The men have looks that could pierce steel.  I am walking through a brothel in Kolkata.

I am on my way to film one of the most important interviews of my life. To put this in context, I have directed Shaquille O’Neal in commercials, played golf with Super Bowl champions and shared a bottle of Patron with Steve Urkel…yes the real Steve Urkel. I have never been star struck before. Yet, I find myself in complete and utter silence as I sit across the table listening to what could only be described as one of the most brutally honest conversations I have ever experienced.

I am sitting across from renowned activist, Urmi Basu at her New Light, headquarters located above one of the most active brothels in Kolkata. She is friends with Oliver Stone and M. Night Shyamalan. She is known worldwide from her appearance in the PBS documentary, Half the Sky. She talks of the realities of modern day India and of the hardships women must face. I can hear it in her voice – she has a mother’s love for every single one of the girls she watches over. I’ve never seen such an endearing and optimistic spirit in anyone like this before.

Five hour plane ride….check. Four hour car ride…….check. One bout of food poisoning for my colleague and traveling companion….check. Having gotten a bad case of Ecoli during my travels to Kenya— I understand her pain. Sometimes our stomachs don’t have the same sense of adventure as the rest of our body.

We have just arrived in Uttar Pradesh at Pardada Pardadi . We are here to capture more footage. With my partner bedridden for the next two days it is my job to finish the story.

I began exploring the school and found a group of girls playing futbol outside on a dirt field. They invited me to play and I gave them a GoPro camera so that they could capture the action. This is something that has become somewhat of a tradition for me. Every time I travel around the world and meet children I always give them the GoPro and let them takeover. I love seeing what they do and the reaction on their faces.

We have been welcomed with open arms here. The school’s founder, known as Sam to most – a former Dupont executive from India who has chosen this location to “retire” offers his words of wisdom that can only be summed up with a story from Sam himself.

“if you know your mission is to get to the moon, but you need a crew to get there and your crew wants to go to the beach, what do you do? You make sure the mission to the moon stops by a beach on the way there.”

Sam is referencing his village toilet project. He commissioned the build of a toilet and bath house in a village. Only to have the villagers move their cows into the covered bathhouse while the villagers continued to use the neighboring fields.

He quickly realized that money doesn’t solve issues – education does. To which he responded, ‘to change a village one must first change the minds.”

The sun is going down. The day is fading fast. The streets are more alive than ever. My time in India has come to an end.

Describing this place to my friends back home will prove to be a challenge. The contrasts are drastic – beautiful yet harsh. Loving yet cruel. Peaceful yet chaotic.  It’s the charm of this place that draws you in but always manages to keep you at an arm’s length so that you don’t get too comfortable.

I have met some of the kindest most gentle souls I will ever come across. Yet it is not lost on me how difficult their lives have been. Most welcome you with open arms and a smile, but in their eyes — a pain I will never understand. The Indian Caste System, created as a means of control, is archaic in nature and hovers over this place like a storm cloud waiting to erupt. I feel for my new friends. However, I am also taken back by how strong and unbelievably happy they seem even in the face of despair. I will miss my friends.

This place, this land seems torn from a history book – out of place in this new world, yet it couldn’t feel anymore alive than it does right now. It seems this place grows as fast as it decays, a never ending paradox of tranquil chaos.

As I board my plane I look out at the blazing orange sky. This is not my last Indian sunset.

We had the honor of joining U.S. based non­-profit, A Voice is Heard, on their journey to Kenya to capture footage of their mission. Filming took place over 17 days in Kenya’s Amboseli region in the shadows of Mount Kilimanjaro The following are thoughts and journals from our travels.

As a documentary filmmaker, it’s rare to travel without a plan. Usually, we go through our scripts and our outlines with a fine tooth comb narrowing down every last detail. We map out our locations and engage ourselves in the research ritual where we lock ourselves away and read books and live on wikipedia for weeks on end in preparation for the shoot ahead. I know in our heart of hearts we want to be prepared, but we are also losing something….something sacred to every true filmmaker —the art of discovery. There’s something sacred that every artist engages in when he or she ventures into the unknown with nothing more than a camera and a taste for discovering the real story. It’s raw and emotional meeting someone for the first time and earning their trust in that very moment.

This would be our challenge as we touch down in Kenya.

During our first day in Amboseli, we traveled to Inchurra, a Maasai village 8 miles west where we were introduced to the Amboseli women’s beading group, a collective of women from different Maasai villages that comes together on behalf of A Voice is Heard to make designs created by one of the founders.