An old-fashioned storm of 48 hours hit Iceland during Iceland Airwaves. People were clinging to lamp posts, the waves of the ocean even reached Saebraut, the road next to it … I literally got blown off my feet a few times and missed out on a bunch of bands I really wanted to see (sóley,… Read More Riders on a storm, gagnam style
“Plates, we need more plates!” A lazy Sunday afternoon in the brilliant new concert hall Harpa in Reykjavík. Perfect gluggaveður, as Icelanders call it (window weather): windy outside, but the sun is warming the beautiful glass windows, designed by Ólafur Elíasson. We don’t need more plates cause we’re hungry. We’re drinking a lovely hot chocolate.… Read More When will Katla, Hekla, Laki … erupt? A funny tutorial.
Something quirky happened to me during this year’s Iceland Airwaves. I didn’t feel like seeing many concerts. And obviously, I wasn’t the only one. Many people told me they were feeling a bit too tired to hop from one concert to another. Are we getting old? Has the festival become too big with too many… Read More Under the weather Airwaves
* Thanks to Ben for the title Imagine you are at a Beach House concert at Iceland Airwaves, you are Icelandic and you want to go towards the back of the venue (i.c. the Art Museum) . On your way there are two people standing, dressed in red. Since they are not romantically involved, there’s… Read More The spacial awareness of the Icelander*
I’m definitely a Berlin aficionado. It took me a trip to London to realise that. I do love London too but it’s hard to relax. People are hunted, even in cool areas on a Sunday. We went to Spitalfields and the Old Truman Brewery. There’s the Sunday Upmarket, where local designers present their stuff. Moreover… Read More Of chips and French fries and Duvel on draught – the London files
February, 7. Sun is shining, the temperature is reaching 10 degrees. The cold winter seems to be at an end, spring is lurking behind the corner. Or is the feeble sun causing some Fata Morgana? We’re sitting outside, on a pavement terrace in Brussels, St-Gery square. Elly from Leeds, whom I met last Iceland Airwaves,… Read More The world in my backyard
Standing on the corner of Laugavegur and Klapparstigur in Reykjavík, a sudden feeling of sadness struck me last week. I noticed that an essential part of my youth has been closed down. Sirkus closed down in 2008, 22 changed his name over the years and has now turned in a way too neat bar called… Read More Nostalgia on Laugavegur