This weekend, despite the icicles on the end of my nose, I ponied up to the London Ice Sculpting Festival in East London. The glass towers of Canary Wharf, our own mini Manhattan, provided a spectacular backdrop for the competition. Under the watchful eye of officials, rugged-beanie-wearing-demi-god-sculptor-with- chainsaws 'chiselled' away at the giant slabs of ice whilst a plethora of SLR enthusiasts shot indiscriminately from all angles. At times, ice flew furiously as the sculptors carved and the crowds stood entranced. It was a scene from a horror movie sans opera music and with beautiful results. I don't know who won in the end because it was freezing and I sought refuge in the nearest well-heated bookstore - but I did vote for Team France, whose talented chap bore an uncanny resemblance to one of the mafia dudes from Goodfellas. Yes, he did. Here's a few snaps from the day, please enjoy!
|Favourite image of the day|
|You lookin' at me?|
|Judges, hard at work...|
A/N: Hello friends, I hope everyone has been productive on the writing front and enjoying the new year thus far. It's already half-way through January! I've continued edits on my main manuscript and started to outline another story. I know, I know. Glutton for punishment? Start as you mean to go on though, right? Happy Writing this week! Talei x