Author: - The Reykjavik Grapevine

Garðurinn

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The restaurant Garðurinn, or as it is called in English, Ecstasy’s Heart Garden, is a small and friendly family-operated vegetarian…

Who Needs Oxygen, Anyways?

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The second annual Skullfest festival will likely be remembered as the year’s sweatiest show, which is a good thing. TÞM,…

The Cornell Challenge

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As a live performer, Chris Cornell is an ontological challenge. By all accounts, he is a grunge-god, a member of…

Locating Iceland

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Photographer Spessi (Sigurþór Hallbjörnsson) is a graduate of the Akademie Voor Beeldende Kunst, in Holland. Spessi’s photography has always focused…

From the Editor’s Chair

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Every summer, the city of Reykjavík comes alive when tourists flood the streets, getting lost along Laugavegur and suffering from…

No Need to Panic

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So, the first issue of Monitor should hit the streets by the end of this month, what can readers expect?…

Confessions of an Art-Terrorist

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Let’s take it from the top. When did you start playing drums? That’s a story to tell. From a young…

Fish Market

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The restaurant Fish Market is the latest addition to the Icelandic restaurant flora. Co-owner and head chef, Hrefna Rósa Sætran…

Sink This Beer

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Last April, Grapevine journalist Steinunn Jakobsdóttir visited Seyðisfjörður, a small and extremely charming fishing village on the East coast of…

Peacekeeping and Ideas of Masculinity

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Helga Björnsdóttir is working on her PhD thesis in Anthropology from the University of Iceland. Her research has been focused…

Passing the Test

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Rumours about the imminent break-up of Mínus, Iceland’s biggest rock act, had circulated for weeks before second guitarist Frosti and…

From the Editor’s Chair

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Issue number 61 is done, and I am off for a summer vacation. I will be back, hopefully, but at…

The Age of Global Protest

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What brought you to Iceland? Springer: Well for the past two years, several communities in Trinidad and Tobago have been…

Thrash Revival

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There’s still hope my friend,” bellowed I Adapt’s singer Birkir. The second band on stage, these hardcore mainstays pounded through…

In Movies, Ignorance is Bliss

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Silja Hauksdóttir is a 31-year old filmmaker from Reykjavík. She graduated with a B.A. degree in philosophy from the University…

The Strength of Street Knowledge

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As I write this, we are putting the finishing touches on the issue you are now holding before shipping it…

The Paradox of Gender Pay Gap

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Perhaps you could begin by telling us a little bit about your research? I am an economist and I received…

On The Lot: Iceland

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It is hard to pinpoint with any accuracy when an Icelandic film industry emerged. It may not even be important…

Café Victor

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Victor is one of the many places in Reykjavík that try to maintain balance on the fine line between being…

The Strength of Street Knowledge

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As I write this, we are putting the finishing touches on the issue you are now holding before shipping it…

Planning Reykjavík

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Maybe you could start by telling me a bit about the Iceland studio and how that came about? Orri Gunnarsson…

Sjávarbarinn

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One quiet Sunday evening I had the pleasure of finding out one of Reykjavík’s best-kept secrets, down by the old…

From the Editor’s Chair

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Green is the catchphrase of the day. As PR firms bend over backwards in order to establish ecoconscious images for…

Kolviður: A Noble Idea Gone Wrong

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On May 15th, the President of Iceland, Ólafur Ragnar Grímsson, officially opened the Iceland Carbon Fund’s website at a prestigious…

Horse Riding in Hafnarfjörður

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Since the Icelandic horse has lost most of its practical value in modern society, having been replaced by more modern…