We get that question a lot, both in regards to the work we do and what the hell made us pick up and move after decades of making a name for ourselves in New York City. The truth is, while we were killing shit professionally, it was killing us in every other way. We were tired of paying crazy rent with no hope of owning our own spot. We were tired of paying thirty bucks a pound for a decent steak. Basically, we were tired of busting our ass for somebody else’s payday.

As for what we’re working on up here, that much has stayed the same. We’re still pushing the boundaries on creative strategy and production. We quickly discovered that the “creative inspiration” that kept us in the city all those years was never what made us creative in the first place. What really gets our creative juices flowing is the experience of something new and the daily reminder that we’re going where no one has gone before.

If you don’t get it, this isn’t for you.

The Flathead Valley is primarily a collection of three towns – Whitefish, Kalispell, and Colombia Falls – located along the Northern Rocky Mountains in an area between Whitefish Mountain Resort, Glacier National Park and Flathead Lake. The total population of the valley is around 35,000 people, with the majority living in Kalispell. The region is home to year-round outdoor activities including world-renowned ski resorts and national parks. With a remarkably low cost of living, living in the Flathead Valley offers more opportunities to improve your quality of life than almost any major city.

Those with a sense of adventure will thrive here. Changing jobs is hard enough, but uprooting your life to move to what most would call the middle of nowhere takes courage. Once you land here we’ll provide you with the resources and opportunities you need to follow your own passions and pursue the creative ambitions the rat race didn’t leave time for.

When the urge to explore beyond the valley strikes, there is easy access to both Glacier International Airport (FCA) and Amtrak’s Empire Builder line stretching across the US and beyond.

It hits you the second you step off the plane onto the tarmac at Glacier International Airport. Your lungs fill with the rarest of air – unpolluted conifer filtered oxygen straight to the dome. No more smog, no more rotting trash on the sidewalk, no more subway stank. Clear air makes for a clear mind – breath deep my friend.