Reykjavík Grapevine - 01.08.2014, Page 27

27The Reykjavík GrapevineIssue 11 — 2014
The front door is wide open. Giving a little tap
on the wooden frame, I hear the boom of his
instantly recognisable voice greeting me from
the next room. The one and only Páll Óskar
strolls into the foyer motioning that he’s on
the phone, and leans in to give me the kind of
casual half-hug you do with your best friend.
Páll Óskar and I are meeting for the first time
yet this feels utterly natural, genial, cordial, no
false formalities. His sharp black sweatshirt
may be scrawled with the word ‘hype’ but Páll
is nothing but relaxed.
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Páll Óskar:
In The Name
Of Love
Talking Pride with
the king of the parade
Words by RX Beckett
Photos by Börkur Sigþórs