London is experincing a tragically short heat wave, which, in true British fashion has apparently totalled my electricity, water supply, internet connection and my ability to take a shower or even get a glass of water at home. So while I enjoy the delights of third-world living and consume my body-weight in Ben & Jerry’s before it melts all over my now useless freezer; here is a throwback to days more crisp.
This is Iceland’s famous Glacier Lagoon. I visited a few weeks ago, with a suitcase full of SS2015 stuff to shoot, only to be caught in a snow/hail/s*** storm of bad winter weather. I spent the evening there dodging tourists in neon wind breakers that had their minds dead set on walking straight into your shot and staying put there and praying my way though casual hail showers to make anyone wish they’d work kevlar that morning. I spent about two hours, floating on a piece of glacier in a frozen lake, enjoying some arctic wind burn in light trousers and blouse. But when I finally crawled off that shard of ice and back towards the car heather to thaw out, I knew that I only had some great photos but also some amazing memories. Iceland, you will always have my heart. It froze to the side of a glacier and I couldn’t peel it back off.