Fairbanks was the coldest place I’ve ever gone. It was -10° F when I arrived and I remember that I couldn’t wait to see what that actually felt like outside. When we got out of the airport, I hadn’t put my jacket on it and the winds made me deeply regretted it.

I was in Fairbanks for a photo exhibition my Mom and I were going on. She’s not a photographer, but wanted to see the Northern Lights and thought this was a good chance too. When we arrived it was past midnight and we went straight to bed. The next day we went out to try and get some more warm gear, the previous night’s experience already teaching us a lesson. We then met up with the rest of the exhibition crew at the hotel. The first night of the exhibition was pretty lowkey, and it was my first opportunity to venture out and shoot some of the photos I most cared about, the neighborhoods, covered in snow. So, that night, I convinced a couple of the other guys to venture out with me into the below 0°F weather. I brought along my medium format film camera, and off we went. These were the photos I took that night.