Author: Árni Árnason - The Reykjavik Grapevine

Ilan Has (not quite) Left The Building

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The corridors in the basement of the decadent 19th-century masterpiece of architecture that is London’s Royal Albert Hall are teeming…

Everything Under The Little Sun

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Ólafur Elíasson’s new project makes us think about power, in many senses of the wordInternationally renowned artist Ólafur Elíasson has…

A Constant Chorus Of Little Fuck Yous

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It’s fairly safe to assume that C-O-N-T-I-N-U-A-T-I-O-N, Peter Liversidge’s exhibition at i8, will only be comprised of a portion of…

Screaming Jumpers

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A brief history of the lopapeysaThere are not many things that scream “cultural heritage” as loudly as the humble Icelandic…

Forgiveness For Sale!

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Þórdís Elva premieres Forgiveness Inc.In a TV ad that did the rounds on the usual social networking sites in early…

‘Tis The Season Of Björgvin Halldórsson

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Whether or not you’re aware of it, you’ve probably heard Björgvin Halldórsson’s voice a couple of times today if you’re…

Hair Of The Dog That Bit Me

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In order to nurse the wounds of Airwaves weekend, I went on a Tuesday afternoon hunt for the elusive Icelandic…

National Formality-Deficiency?

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I am by absolutely no means proper. In fact, the concept of formality scares me. Just typing out the word…

Dressing Room Dicks

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I tend to get a lot of questions about all things Icelandic when people find out that it’s my nationality….

Dream Central Station

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First of all, hats off to Dream Central Station for covering an obvious inspiration (Brian Jonestown Massacre’s “Feel So Good”)…

Þorunn Antónía: Star Crossed

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Ten years after the release of her debut record, Þórunn Antónía returns with the ‘80s throwback album ‘Star Crossed.’ Leaving…