t’s a cold world out there. No one knows that better than the documentary filmmaker, whose job it is to portray that world, in all of its gruesome glory, to the public.
t’s a cold world out there. No one knows that better than the documentary filmmaker, whose job it is to portray that world, in all of its gruesome glory, to the public.
By the time I finally set foot in Reykjavík, I had been traveling for about 24 hours and was running off of a disappointing oatmeal and a Payday bar. My main fuel throughout the trip had been the knowledge that I was on my way to Iceland.