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Barónsstigur 27 is not a big place, but it was the place to be, and by the time we got there last night, it was packed.

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If you were there, (like we were), you might have assumed it was partly because of the free beer, and you might have been partly right, but you also would have seen some really interesting characters.

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Daniel Golling, the editor in chief of the Swedish Design and Architecture Magazine FORM was standing apart from the throng. Halla Helgadóttir told us that he has attended the Reykjavik DesignMarch for a few years now, I wonder what his impressions have been so far.

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The designer Hörður Lárusson was busy signing the book, Usage, Respect and Treatment

Not that you need another reason to love DesignMarch, but openings are a great places to make friends. Once one is tipsy and crammed into the personal space of five people at any given time, every conversation can be effortlessly initated by stumbling into someone’s shin and then saying “oh, sorry, it’s so crowded in here isn’t it?” “Are you enjoying (insert author or artist’s work name here?) , and what do you think about (greater social issue the work brings new attention to here?)
This is a completely foolproof method for engaging a stranger in a dialogue.*

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I spoke to a charming lady who did something big in theatre and who who told me that one of the proposed flag designs was scrapped because it looked too much like the Greek flag. I told her a probably boring anecdote about the one time my friend Ertla accidentally forgot to take the flag down at her work in the summertime in Egilsstaðir and was reprimanded by the local police authorities. She pretended to find it interesting. She was absolutely delightful, which makes me even sadder that I have forgotten her name, as the night had lost some of it’s clarity by that point.

Then I somehow became fixed in conversation with the similarly hazy Páll Stefánsson. I have only recently moved to Iceland and he had hard time trying to convince me he was important, finally showing me his book Africa – The Future of Football, also published by Crymogea. To get me back he pretended not to know where New Zealand was. He is a very funny man.

Image courtesy; Sahra Raymondsdóttir

This is what he wrote in my notebook. Make of it what you will.

– Sahra

*However, I make no promise that you will enjoy the dialogue that develops, and if it’s awful, I can offer no such pain-free method for extracting yourself from said dialogue. I’m sorry, but I just don’t think one exists. You’re on your own there.