There is a crisp, silver surface that seems to cover Iceland. It seems strange that just below this surface boils a fiery heat. This same heat also seems to burn within those who inhabit this extreme, mystical place. Calm, controlled exteriors, and fiercely passionate interiors.
There seems to be a stream of unique self expression, creativity that flows through the veins of Icelanders. A short walk through Reykjavik gives some insight into this commitment to creativity and originality that is uniquely Iceland.
The built environment is used as a blank canvas for artistic expression and seems to encapsulate this neat, organised and yet highly intuitive place. The exterior walls seem to hint at the hidden depths within. I thought I'd share some of my favourites...
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