Author: - The Reykjavik Grapevine

Author: Bart Cameron

small Piece of Iceland on the Screen: Little Trip to Heaven

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This winter, Iceland has its pride up on the big screen in Baltasar Kormákur’s Little Trip to Heaven. Celebrated by…

Bezt í Heimi: The Blues Collection at the Reykjavík City Library

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Somehow, in the days of Amazon and eBay, we forget how essential a library is. When you go to a…

Blues Gone Wild

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Bob Log III, the black sheep of Mississippi blues label Fat Possum Records, hit Iceland like a more hormonal, if…

For the Inspired Vacation, Go Corporate. Go Frankfurt

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“Listen to me, English-language street papers are the future for brand marketing,” I tell a crowd of young professionals sitting…

Two Meanings for Viking

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The idea didn’t sound promising: someone at Vífilfell Brewery—the people who make Coca-Cola, Viking Beer, Thule, even the Icelandic version…

The Neighbourhood Mall

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As much as many of us have been conditioned to loathe anything to do with large, characterless malls located far…

Argentína

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I can say without hesitation that Argentína is the best place in the world for a red meat-loving person to…

Bezt í Heimi: The Akureyringur

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You end up with mixed feelings about that famous international corporation, Shell. Here in Iceland, Shell has been tied to…

White Stripes

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Arriving early for the Sunday evening White Stripes show this November, one month after Iceland Airwaves, and 12 hours after…

BEZT Í HEIMI: Chester fried chicken

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While Iceland boasts the most profitable Dominos and the largest Kentucky Fried Chicken in Europe, the local versions of fast…

Forget What You Know: Enjoy London

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The England of the 1980s and 1990s, the conservative England with a manufacturing economy and with sooty buildings and dismissive…

What Is This Paper Doing on the Airplane?

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If you’re just sitting down in your Icelandair flight on your way to Keflavík, and you’ve picked up a Grapevine…

Mr. Destiny

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Grapevine: (To Egill, whose band Vinyl will perform at Airwaves) Is Destiny destroying your band? When do you have time…

sigur rós come home november 27

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After five months of outlandishly positive reviews and sold out shows, and after having avoided playing their home country for…

Bezt í Heimi: The Truck

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Bezt í Heimi: The Truck at Prikið You can use the Icelandic “vörubíll” if you want, but everyone will look…

Reykjavík Is For Lovers

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We contacted the author, an artist from Duluth Minnesota, to get more perspective on what makes Reykjavík so romantic. Grapevine:…

The Local Specialities of Mývatn

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Last spring, the Grapevine attempted to pass through Mývatn. We ended up staying for a weekend, visiting Dimmuborgir, Krafla, the…

Blue Ice Doesn’t Say the Half of It:

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Takk

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This is the final issue of the summer of 2005, the last of eight bi-weekly issues of the Grapevine, which…

Talking It Out

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I didn’t personally download your album. I overheard someone listening to it and confiscated it. I swear. After we heard…

Bad for Hollywood, Good for Us

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Iceland used to be a place that celebrated the Hollywood blockbuster—eager movie fans here even shelled out to see Catwoman…

Five Beers or Better

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Trabant -Emotional Worth six beers. Costs four beers. Trabant have captured the energy of their live shows, but, much better,…

The Last Place in the World You Can Expect to Rock:

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Art Festival for the Young People, Made by the Young People

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For a week in July LungA pulled together a group of young and talented to the easternmost part of the…

Come On, People. How Deep Do Your Cartoons Have to Be?

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Okay, Madagascar came to Iceland late, so we had already heard earfuls of “it’s too superficial” and “just a bunch…