Reykjavik — Part of the difference is due to the difference in alphabet — there are characters used in the Icelandic language that slip off the Americanized tongue at first, but quickly become familiar the more you use them. Đ or đ, for example, is a very similar sound to the American ‘th.’ Therefore, an excellent viking rapper catchphrase would be ‘Đug Lyfe.’ There are numerous accented words, which, like ...
Reykjavik — Last year I shot a series called Observing, images of people experiencing art, from museums that we visited around the world that year. Why? Because I’m fascinated by how people observe their worlds,...
Reykjavik — There’s something about a mountain that evokes drama in an otherwise normal moment. It’s epic in scale, and in history. It stands out in stark contrast against the geography around it. A mountain can...
Reykjavik — Waking up by the Icelandic mountains was quiet and sweet. “I’ve had dreams which felt soft as wool”, I remember thinking shortly after waking up. It may have been because of the constant sights of sh...
Dreaming in and on.
Iceland Travels
Caught in the act.
Welcome to 3 AM in Iceland in the summer, where the nighttime sun of Reykjavik awaits behind these curtains.
#1: Find the highest point in the city.#2: Sketch walking plans.#3: Walk.
Someday I'll stop eating meat completely. Until then: behold, the most glorious burger in Iceland!
Art as a public imperative.
What is it about a mountain?
Newly sanded, cleaned and lacquered wooden floors. The new office space is shaping up nicely.
Choosing.
Noodles in a Fen
Big, fancy meals
The graffiti in Reykjavík is subtly different from elsewhere.
Our peppers have sprouted. No one is sure which are spicy and which are mild. https://sayhi.co/moments/9mdiyiq9
Something's brewing. Prototype Islands are looking good.
A layer of knit clouds hovers over the patrons.
Latte down the drain makes for interesting patterns.
Mint, cantaloupe, syrup makes the medicine go down.
I spend half my days underwater. When the tide falls I can take another deep breadth.
Culture Night in Reykjavik. Street art abounds.
Welcome to the view from our second story submarine.
It's nearly meatball o'clock!
Not the most appetizing breakfast cereal.
Reversing the view. Normally I'm in the building looking out. This time I'm on the outside looking in.
36 years ago today, The King left the building for the last time.
Rain, rain go away. Come again another day.
Fresh bread at the office.
17.5 hours to collect supplies, place beads on the peg board, then iron. The results are mesmerizing.
We've been attempting to grow some Shishito Peppers. They are randomly spicy, so you never know what you'll get when you eat one.
Do the Icelandic Horse shuffle.
The statues around Reykjavík are depressing, simple, gorgeous, inspiring.