ICE, ICE, BABY
he day I visit the Bare Bones Ice factory in Marrickville is the first truly hot day of Sydney’s dispiriting La Niña summer. It feels apt. The sun is blaring, the pavement is baking, and I am lost. I can’t find the entrance. Until I see Damien Liot, founder of Bare Bones, waving from the corner. I should have realised sooner: pooling around Liot’s feet
