To what degree does anyone belong to a place if they can only view it as an outsider? Must we participate in society—and if so how, and to what degree—in order to be a part of it? Is it enough to simply exist?
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To what degree does anyone belong to a place if they can only view it as an outsider? Must we participate in society—and if so how, and to what degree—in order to be a part of it? Is it enough to simply exist?
The world is getting smaller I hear from all directions, and naturally my inner skeptic creeps out as we pile into the car. The south coast of Iceland is a path-more-travelled. The roads are narrow, the busses are wide, and there are parking lots at the base of every waterfall.
From international eye-catchers like Ólafur Eliasson to graduate artists fresh out of Lístaháskóli, showing everywhere from a window display to grandma’s basement, art in Reykjavík spans many weird and wonderful forms in spaces that you couldn’t dream up.
The colour, I am certain, has never existed before, and will never exist again. It has something to do with blue, grey, purple, orange, and yellow and yet is none of them.
When I told the waitress that I was looking for something interesting to do in Þorlákshöfn, she expressed condolences. It’s not exactly the reaction one hopes for when writing a piece about a town.
A feature article on Iceland's growing tourism industry: response and effects.
We are standing in the parking lot surrounded by an army of baby blue Ísbíllinn ice cream trucks—ambitious soldiers of cream and sugar and happiness.
From July 14–21, 2013 the East Coast village of Seyðifjörður opened its doors, doubled in population, and hosted the convergence of these details. The result was a festival unlike any other breed of festival in Iceland.
The arrival of Reykjavík's art and music scene to small-town Stöðvarfjörður.
Pink Iceland, a travel organisation serving the LGBT community in Iceland, execute their role with precision. The organisation provides a comfortable space for anyone and everyone who braves the six flights of stairs that lead to their colourful Laugavegur headquarters.
By the time I finally set foot in Reykjavík, I had been traveling for about 24 hours and was running off of a disappointing oatmeal and a Payday bar. My main fuel throughout the trip had been the knowledge that I was on my way to Iceland.