On January 25th 2026, New York City experienced its biggest snowstorm since 1905. At its most intense, the snow was accumulating at about 2 inches an hour and the skies lost their daylight. As I said to my team in Times Square, it felt apocalyptical, like something was very wrong. The famous neon lights and the billboards glowed as if it were another New Year’s Eve countdown, not a Sunday morning before lunch.

These were extraordinary conditions in which to film - the type of extremes we long for. I was lying face down on a busy crossroads on 7th Avenue and no one really seemed to care - nothing was off limits, other than behaving normally. The weirdos were the people still driving, not those lying flat down on a bed of snow filming an animal.

Such was the visual disconnection for everyone in Manhattan at this time, that the sight of a wolf out and about on 7th Avenue was simply in keeping with the new reality of the situation. It was not an outlier.

The snow was coupled with a cold in the air, but I think the adrenaline kept us warm; we knew that this was a one-off opportunity and it was not the time or the place to be precious.