So you came to Iceland knowing, of course, that the weather is not, let’s say, its finest feature. You knew that there would be rain and wind (so much fucking wind) and that it wouldn’t be all sunshine-on-the-mountaintops like “The Sound of Music” or an Icelandair promo video. You knew this, but you didn’t believe it, and now you’re sad because you came all this way and the weather blows. Literally. We feel you, man, but if we got down every time the weather got bad, we’d be depressed all the time and would never do anything. Well, we might still be a little bit depressed, but we do our best to combat the feeling by telling the weather to “fuck off!” when it sucks, and sitting in a hot pot to make ourselves feel better. What hot pot, you ask? Any hot pot. You’ll be warm and toasty and relaxed and the fact that it’s sleeting or hailing in your face will suddenly feel bracing or even a tiny bit amusing, instead of symbolic of humanity’s futile struggle against nature and the fragility of the human vessel.

2013: Reykjavík Art Museum

Hafnarhús
2012: Bíó Paradís
2011: Bíó Paradís
2010: A hot tub
2009: Borgarbókasafnið

Photo by Julia Staples