Reykjavík, Iceland

Founded in 2007 by Icelandic photographer and journalist Ari Sigvaldason, this small and charming space captured the essence of analog photography, becoming a reference for those of us who love vintage images and style.

Ari Sigvaldason, whom I was lucky to meet during my visit, is passionate about film photography, an art he has kept alive over the years. His work decorates the shop window as well as the interior walls. Ari has the ability to capture the essence of Icelandic landscapes and daily life, with a special focus on the light and details of these sceneries.

Humor and the unusual can also be part of his art, such is the case of the photograph of an astronaut walking around Reykjavik.

The gallery also exhibits the work of other artists.

One of the highlights of the store is an iconic photograph, that of a cat jumping and turned into the mural painted on the side of the gallery. This image has become a symbol of Fótógrafí and is one of the details that attract the attention of people walking down the street.

Mighty Cat – Fótógrafí product, taken from their website

The venue is decorated with vintage cameras, which are not mere ornaments; many of them were gifts from friends and clients who share a passion for traditional photography. These cameras give a nostalgic and authentic touch to the place, reminding us of old times when photography required patience, technique and a more intimate connection with the creative process.

But not all are images in Fótógrafí, there you can also find a collection of vinyls and a record tray that give a sonorous dimension to this space, where the movement of people is constant.

If you like photography or you are one of those nostalgic people who are moved by the soft crunch of a pick on vinyl, Fótógrafí is the place in Reykjavík you have to visit 🙂

Takk (Thank you) so much Ari Sigvaldason for answering my questions and letting me photograph you 📷.

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  1. Qué interesante Laura. Cuando yo era chico, mi padre se dedicaba a la fotografía como aficionado. Mi casa siempre estaba iluminada por luces rojas y llena de cubetas, ácidos reveladores y fotos secándose colgadas con broches. No tan divertido para mi madre, supongo. Tengo todavía un montón de álbumes donde se pegaban con esquineros y un par de retratos. Lamentablemente tiré montones de retratos a la antigua, marcos incluidos, cuando tuve que vender el departamento y vaciar la cochera. Nunca llegué, en verdad, a deshacerme de todas las cosas, muebles y otros trastos viejos, incluyendo cientos de novelitas en ediciones baratas de bolsillo. Un crimen, porque después quise ubicar a familiares dentro de la interminable familia de mi madre, cuyos retratos juntaban tierra en la baulera pero….ya los había tirado. Como sea, envidiable tu viaje por esa ciudad que me recuerda los relatos de Julio Verne. Cariños, que sigan tus éxitos.

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