They say that the most unique life on earth is created on the isolated nature of an island. Such is the truth for Iceland, whose insane geologic features, odd-ball wildlife and eclectic citizens make it one of the literally “coolest” places to travel.
Lindsey and I, on a hunt to find good coffee at 8:00am, stumble upon one of Reykjavik’s most under-appreciated sites – the graffiti park between Laugavegur and Hverfisgata. The guidebooks don’t mention much about the place, but the locals can attest –
“It’s just a bunch of people who make art, and sometimes throw parties. They play loud music. It’s no big deal.”
No big deal? I suppose in a country where graffiti is not bastardized by gang tags and lewd designs, sure, street art is no big deal. To Lindsey and I however, despite our groggy demeanor, this place is the most badass park we’ve ever seen.
Street art is everywhere in Reykjavik. There’s traditional graffiti, as well as a sort of “bedazzling” of some buildings, by artists who create designs with giant sequins, jewels or my personal favorite, broken mirrors. It adds a sense of life to what others not so used the cold would consider the “bleak” atmosphere of Iceland.
Those people are wrong though. Iceland can be as warm as a tropical island. It sparkles, in public art, in freshly-fallen snow, in local grins and shots of Brennivin.