“The narrative behind this photograph was entering a bar and immediately feeling like a trespasser, greeted by an overtly territorial crew with a menacing attitude. The characters and the interior had to coalesce for this story to work. The cold adds a visceral layer and hints at an outpost on the final frontier. The frame intentionally exhausts every inch available in the camera. There were many characters I wanted to include but I was reluctant to lose the mood of the frozen saloon, amplified by the icicles on the frosty bison with the snow laden television playing True Grit.
Cindy Crawford had to have sovereignty of the joint, and she can play a badass very well. It’s difficult for all elements to come together in such a tight setting as one tension spot can ruin the whole pastiche; the wolf’s paw came very close to Cindy’s shot glass, but we got away with it. This domestic breed called Tamaskan is not 100% wolf, but that merely added to the sense of trespassing. The only reason to linger in this bar would appear to be the landlady. Perhaps she could be won over, but she certainly owns the image”.