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The Reykjavík Grapevine

@rvkgrapevine

Photo by

Art Bicnick

Agnes Björt Andradóttir is best known as the singer of the iconic electro-pop act Sykur. She’s also a style icon in her own right, known for her amazing stage costumes. Here’s how she’d spend her perfect day in Reykjavík.

First thing
I would wake up at 9:00 with the sun in my eyes. It’s spring. The first thing I do is have a ginger ale before heading Vesturbærlaug. There, I relax in the sauna and steambath, just enjoying being alone. I go to the pool and accidentally meditate, before engaging in some people-watching.

Around midday
Walking home, I’d be all refreshed, flirting with strangers along the way. My friends pick me up and we head to one of those trampoline parks in the suburbs, like RUSH Iceland. It’s the ultimate playground. The weather is good and afterwards, we have some more ginger ale.

In the afternoon
From the park, we head straight to Fríkirkjan for a concert with Pétur Ben, Mr. Silla, and Myrra Rós. We sit together, and watch as it starts to snow. It’s winter now, but we’re inside all cosy while a choir ends the show. Afterwards, we walk up Laugavegur in the snow. It’s decorated with Christmas lights. We have a romantic tasting of Icelandic Christmas beers at some bar, ideally at the old Café Rosenberg (RIP). My people of Sykur would come and we have a surprise acoustic set, ending with a cover of my favourite Icelandic Christmas song, ‘Jól’ by Jórunn Viðar.

In the evening
I go home and get ready but I have an extra six hours to get dressed so there’s no rush. I wear some crazy costume I made myself and look stellar. Then, I head down to Húrra as it turns to summer. Innipúkinn is going on, and we dance and have a drink outside on the grass area in Naustin. It’s the best of both worlds. There are so many friends I only meet when I am partying—the Icelandic party people who never leave 101. They inspire me.

In the heat of the night
After the bar closes, we go to the harbour and have an after party on a ship. The floors, walls, and ceilings are all covered with Persian rugs and there’s no furniture, only big pillows. We drink Turkish tea mixed with Brennivín. The boat is filled with drag queens and other super creative people. Every hour, the electricity goes out and there’s a crazy art performance. When I head home, it’s suddenly autumn and the colours are beautiful. I write a song on my guitar and fall asleep.