Author: - The Reykjavik Grapevine

“EXCUSE ME, DID I JUST HEAR YOU SAY WICIOUS?”

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It’s one of the nation’s great mysteries, but not one that Icelanders are keen on investigating. Sometimes they find it…

BELCHING UP THE AMERICAN DREAM

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The guy could talk about America for hours. Most of the jive is the familiar anti-corporation variety, but he definitely…

YE OLDE ICELAND IS BACK IN ACTION

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The photos were courtesy of the magic of the National Museum, who had at one time created a nice visual…

Your Memories Look Like This

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The exhibition is comprised of long prints made of images that seem sewn together. Each print features one subject, but…

CARRYING A CAMERA EVERYWHERE

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So Gunnar and Ingólfur Egilsson’s grandfather, Gunnar Hannesson, has a show downtown. He died in 1976, but in the years…

NO, NAY, NEVER

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The museum itself has primarily been a venue for exhibitions and various creative events, but it is becoming increasingly focused…

THIS MAN IS REAL

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After gaining such a strong presence in this town it’s impossible not to stop by and see the photographs. Albert,…

AURORA BOREALIS IN THE BASEMENT

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The disco-like magic of the exhibit was lost when a museum staff member unplugged the device, transforming the shimmering light…

The Patented Icelandic Underwater Massage

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I was obviously worried about my massage, the focus of my entire day, which was meant to be executed whilst…

SÆVAR KARL´S GALLERY: THE SUITS WON’T SPOIL IT

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The exhibition space is simple and serene. Its discrete ambiance makes it feel like a peculiar haven, distinctly sans-fashion. But…

So, what´s all the fuss about?

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“What we need is more men and women to enter marriage,” say the priests and fundamentalists who worry about the…

THE HAIR

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But a question that I had to ask is: Where are the Icelandic hippies? How can an Icelandic audience connect…

Playing chess and doing good

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If you’ve never moved a pawn or been check-mated, now may be the time. Iceland’s champion chess club has started…

MAN BITES SHARK

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And then there are the huge green eggs spotted with black dots: seagull and blackbird eggs. I’ve seen them eaten…

Shopping in Front of Suffering

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It is, of course, to say the least, disconcerting; the sorrow and scars hit us brutally under the bright mall…

THE KIND OF MUSEUM YOU WANT TO LIVE IN

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The museum (called quite literally “Museum” or “Collection” in Icelandic) faces Laugavegur, but looking in the window it is difficult…

“Is this paper clip art?”

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Upon entering the shop I was surrounded by chunks of lava that you could pick up on your way to…

Why Iceland is Inhabitable

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Opening the door one morning, considering the idea of going on a little walk, I stared out at the mountains…

OPPS! “I DIDN’T DO IT” AGAIN

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From playwriting to installation art, painting to photography, books to documentary film, he´s done it, and nearly all of it…

Orthodontists, Artists and Hairstylists to the Stars

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The gallery is situated within a cluster of old structures which, in the diffused evening light, add an aesthetic contribution…