Always look in the back alley. In Iceland, its the contrast between glitz and reality that sells the place.
It makes humans feel right at home. At the same time, always check out the windows.
They aren’t for seeing into, as alleys are, but for giving you eyes in the back of your head, and multiple perspectives at once. And while you’re at it in Reykjavik, always pay attention to advertising posters. They are the user’s manual for the art installation.
Note how the sign is a smart phone screen, the guy on the right has the idea, as do the tourists behind the woman in red. Well done, everyone!
So, the climber who never gets anywhere, that works. Kind of a dream climber. Nothing like a tree to give you a leg up! Note the guy up front. In that sweater, not a climber.
That’s the fun part. Here’s the next window in the store on Laugavegur. Same stricken climber dude, hanging on now without his tree, and a woman up front in a tank top AND a climbing jacket, so, like ready for a night on the town, but look at the background:
PURE Mountain, the Dolomites. When did Reykjavik move to Italy? It must have been an expensive purchase. Is this why the Italian economy has been in a shambles?
No. Not Iron Iceland. Ironic. If it were iron Iceland, they wouldn’t build so many home-made scaffolds out of lumber. They’d use steel pipe, as they do in Canada, a lumber country. In Iceland, not a lumber country, they use precious lumber.