I’ve been thinking about a particular phrase this week: going underground. For some, it connotes secrecy, subversion, and exploring alternatives. For others, it’s simply another day at work. Going underground. In the stairwell between the miner’s lockers and the supervisor’s office at Mine 7, Svalbard, there’s a photograph of a sign that reads “Most important…
Hrund Gunnsteinsdottir has spent years studying the power of intuition. She has encouraged me and many others to listen to ourselves, to see the world creatively, and to question the dominance of rational thought. It was a thrill to be in the audience for the Icelandic premiere of her film, Innsæi, in Reykjavik tonight. I…
Post 1 of 2. Meet Haukur Orri. He’s 16, and he plays a mean accordion even though he only started a year ago. In this photo he’s dressed up for his summer job at the Siglufjordur Herring Museum in northern Iceland. In a historical re-enactment of the herring days he dances and sings with the…
Another assignment wrapped up, for now, which means it’s time for our team photo tradition. One writer + one photographer + hockey jerseys, a nunavut flag, and a view that could knock you out. Nunavut Gothic. We’ll be back in the field in Iceland in July, and until then we’ll keep rolling out stories, ideas…
Ena Mucktar’s love of the Montreal Canadiens runs deep. This portrait, with her son Cash, is from the original hockey photo shoot we did in Pond Inlet, Nunavut. We have now photographed a number of fans, but Ena and Cash were the first. They had imagined photos in their fan gear together for a long…
(Post 2 of 2) Thank you to Alfreð and Hildigunnur and each person with the generosity and trust to welcome us in. So far, we’ve heard many personal stories — like how these two met as teenagers on on the island where Hildigunnur’s family collects eider down. Now it’s time to zoom out. Up next:…