stone beach · dyrhólaey · iceland

sTonE BEAcH, dyrHóLAEy

Directly on the sea and yet still a desert - the black, sparkling strewn sand glitterst on the shore. Like toys from gigantic flat stones, scattered in the sand – polished by the glacier and the force of the water till they shone. Alone with yourself and the world around you, solitary but still carried away by nature, this is how one feels here. It’s a place of peace which originated from an ungovernable movement. We worked the whole day without ever encountering soul. It’s not us but the clouds that are directing the shoot, the clouds and the sand. The Aston Martin sinks deep into the ravenous black and so we have to shovel, shovel and shovel again. The payoff for all this effort: a setting full of tension and relaxation at the same time.