In Reykjavik for the weekend for the design and fashion festival and then driving through Iceland for the next week shooting for J. Lindeberg. Reykjavik is incredibly, stunningly small, pretty uniformly grey and inhospitable, and there aren't any trees. I'm not sure people are really supposed to live here. On the other hand, the guy who arranged my rental car told me that when I'm done with it, I should just leave it in the airport parking lot, unlocked, with the keys in the glove box, and he'll come collect it. So I guess that's the plus side.
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Dawn driving in from Keflavik airport
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I was told 45% of Islanders believe in elves
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Dried fish tastes like fish cardboard
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Reykjavik Art Museum
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Cocoa sifters at the design festival
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Beautiful old books at the flea market
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Reykjavik