SOAR Autumn/Winter 24.
We came to Iceland to chase light and texture and were met with stark splendour. What began as a mapped journey became a descent into the depths of the land—a place that both dwarfs and beckons, where every colour, every moment, is sharpened.
In five days, we chased Iceland’s many faces, but it always offered something new.
Glaciers, rifts, mountains, desert plains—all primal, elemental—a land where time itself seemed raw, fractured. Even the best plans, the marked locations, the ideal shots, felt humbled. As the runners’ colours streaked through these primeval landscapes, Iceland absorbed them in its silence, leaving only whispers of their passage across timeless ground.
