Author: Valgerður Þóroddsdóttir
Idiot Culture for the Masses
The rambunctious howls of Ljótu Hálfvitarnir, or Ugly Idiots, greeted me mid-brisk-walk towards the big stage at Miklatún Park early…
Gló
After a vigorous session of yoga, I can imagine that there are few things more satisfying than a ridiculously healthy…
Sex, Lies and Soccer
It always starts the same. That peculiar unease. A muted recognition. The guilty glance from across a crowded room. Love…
Musings in the Garden
Nico Muhly moves like his music. I mean this completely seriously. When he talks, his expressions follow his hands like…
The Ghost Centre
“Seals are crazy about pregnant women,” the deep, solemn, man’s voice on the CD player whispers in my ear. I…
Not the Same Old Jens
The soft-spoken musings of Swedish Jens Lekman are carving him a spot in music history as one of Europe’s best-loved…
Dead
In an alley stretching off of Laugavegur, Jón Sæmundur Auðarson’s Dead label has found a permanent home in his store…
Hopeless Romantics
“This song is about my mother,” began Þórir with his eyes on the floor, “Who unfortunately has never sat in…
Standing on the Shoulders of Giants
What were your intentions when you were starting out? Unnsteinn: First it was to win the Samfés (the national youth…
Saving Iceland Mega Concert
A barefoot girl with long blonde hair reaching down to her lower back was dancing enthusiastically to the deserving catchy…
The Night Horny Electronica Lostto the Horny Countryside
“You know you’re at a Sveitaball when someone is vomiting outside and the show hasn’t even started yet,” a friend…
ICE-land Takes Puns to New Low Fronts
There are 56 words in the Icelandic language for “snow & ice”. In English, we have “snow” and “ice”. If…
Bautinn
Bautinn is an Akureyri landmark. In a sprawling bright red house located in the city centre, this restaurant has become,…
Nætursalan
If you want the full 360 on Akureyri dining, you must pay a visit to Nætursalan. Preferably between the hours…
Friðrik V
Friðrik Val Karlsson is a man who keeps his friends close, and his food closer. The 36-year-old chef, an Akureyri…
Vintage Shopping with Irony
“Frúin í Hamborg” is a fantastic riddle: What did you do with the unprecedented sum of money the lady of…
Dyrhólaey: Jagged Death Plunge or Birdwatcher’s Paradise
Driving towards Dyrhólaey from the west, the first thing you notice about the colossal rock mass is the bird shit….
Shock Value at Face Value
Lying on the bright red couch in his living room, Maggi sets down his glass bottle of beer on the…
The Wild, Wild East
A circus of a town As we drove into Seyðisfjörður, our eyes focused on the quaint pool of ocean water…