FIELD TRIP
Reykjavik edition
Soundtrack
Musical Postcard from Reykjavik ↗
(whatever was playing around me)
WorkN1 →
BackgroundI had just started working on a visual direction for N1 (an Icelandic energy, fuel, and service station company). The brand concept I was working on was all about how life isn’t just about getting from A to B, but about the moments in-between.
Then my boss Valli asked if I wanted to work from the Reykjavík office for a couple of weeks. I hesitated. But worst case, I get a little lonely? A little bored? Being bored in Reykjavík actually sounded kind of intriguing. And I’m too curious to say no to anything.
So I said yes. No big plan. Just curious to explore whatever excitement and boredom Reykjavík day-to-day life had to offer.
PACKING
Gear
Borrowed by brothers camera. Also brought my scanner. It’s my favourite toy at the moment.
MUSIC
Soundtrack
At first I wanted to make a playlist with only Icelandic artists. That didn’t really work. Felt too forced. Instead I just started shazaming whatever I heard around me. Didn’t care much about genre or structure. Made sense at the time.
The cover images are snapshots taken around the time and place I heard the music. Became a musical postcard I sent myself. A way to remember what was going on around me.
❶ Dart brake at the office
❷ Locker room at Hvammsvik
❸ Fish soup at Hvammsvik
❹ Hot dog at Bæjarins Beztu Pylsur
❺ Roadside limoncello at Hornid
❻ Poster spotted in the toilet queue at Hornid
❼ Secondhand shopping at Spúútnik
❽ Shooting hoops with Dagur and Gunnar
❾ Plane home
DOG
Pollux
With limited experience keeping a dog happy (and alive), I looked after Valli’s dog while he was off biking through Italy. It took us a few days to get in sync, he knew what he was doing. I didn’t. So I binge-watched a dog show.
We walked an hour and a half to two every day. It was nice. I genuinely enjoyed his company. I was never alone. Literally. Ever.
PEOPLE
Locals
Anton got me a very nice magazine on our way to ... for chatting, drinks, and doodles. Hulda had the coolest fish pencil case.
Dagur lent me his BA research book about Icelandic letters. More of his work ↗
Agga sent me a very important meeting invite: for her, Una, and me to see Sunna Dögg Ásgeirsdóttir’s exhibition Scent in 2D at Gallerí Grótta, and eat at Raðagerði, a cute pizzeria by the water.
Bjorn gifted me a beautiful icelandic wool sweather.
GROCERIES
Bónus
Bought groceries at Bónus. The big pink pig is kinda ugly, but kinda cool. It was fun for me. For cheap groceries (nothing is cheap in Iceland), it was good. Ate breakfast in the greenhouse with Pullox. Felt wholesome.
ART
Ásmundur Sveinsson
Went to Reykjavík Art Museum. The ticket got me into two other locations within 24 hours, so I hopped on a scooter to Ásmundarsafn an hour before closing. It was my favourite.
Ásmundur Sveinsson designed, lived, and worked in the house. The exhibition was called Wonderland, his work shown with contemporary artist Halldór Ásgeirsson.
HOT SPRINGS
Hvammsvik
Boiled myself in the hot springs. Ate boiled seafood after. It was refreshing.
WORK
N1
The N1 project shifted direction, which was a bit disappointing. But it also meant I could put more energy into other ongoing client projects.
More of the proposed N1 work →
THOUGHTS
P.O.V
Turned some thoughts around.
FIELD WORK
Flora
Picked some flowers while walking Pullox. Pressed and labeled a few. And dragged across my scanner just to see what happened. It was fun.
ROAD TRIP
Solo
StrókurGullfossÞingvellirOn my last day, I went on a solo road trip. Snorri at the office gave me an insider tip: go a little later in the day. With the midnight sun, it would still be light, and almost no tourists.
Strókur exploded into the air every 5-10 min. At Gullfoss, I leaned over the railing and let the spray hit my face. At Þingvellir, I stood where the American and European continental plates meet.
It was gray and raining, but I didn’t mind. I listened to the music I’d collected over the weeks and sang along in the car as I drove.
FIELD TRIP
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When I let it, boredom, followed by curiosity, can take me to unexpected places. This was one of them.
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